Those biochemically generated faux feelings I thought I was having for Bain?
Bullshit.
It was definitely time to call bullshit on that theory, because I had all the same squishy feelings for the big blue-green flying lizard with the pretty multicolored scales on the underside of his neck that I had for Bain the man.
And I didn’t have a talon and fang kink.
I wanted to pet and stroke and love on the dragon.
I wanted to fuck the man.
But my feelings, all those soft and squishy feelings I had inside my not entirely smashed heart, were for both of them.
Lord above save me from falling in love with a dragon. It’s a bad idea…right?
And when the good Lord failed to answer, I asked my gran.
Except there was no radio here, and all I got was a big bunch of silence.
But then there wasn’t any time for dithering over feelings, because Bain completed his circuit around the perimeter of the property, flying by both Dex (who was just a little more blue than Bain) and Archer (who was just a little more green).
He was landing smack-dab in the middle of the horde of unfriendly rat shifters.
If he came out of this alive, I was going to kill him for giving me a heart attack.