A Meeting of the Lips
The dragon chooses a lifemate
Cedric lifted a carved pumpkin into place on the front step of the small house he shared with Brett. She sniffed it and blew out a sharp breath of distaste. He ruffled her ears and laughed. “It’s not for eating, girl. It’s meant to scare the evil spirits off.”
“Not me, I hope,” an amused voice said from behind Cedric, and he spun around to face Issain. The dragon was in their human male form today, tidy red beard framing soft curved lips below brilliant green eyes.
Brett danced over to Issain, ears perked and tail high. Issain smiled and stroked the wolf’s head between her ears.
Cedric stood up, wiping his hands on his stained trousers. “Are you a spirit then?”
Issain tilted their head to one side, lips curving even more. “In a sense. Dragons span the divide between mortal and spirit. It is why we can change shape. Our bodies are less corporeal than yours.”
“Well, I definitely don’t wish to scare you off. Quite the opposite.” Cedric gestured toward his front door. “I made a batch of apple cider yesterday. Would you like to try it?”
Issain’s eyes shone like a forest pond in the sun. “I would love to.”
Cedric followed the dragon and Brett into the house, glancing over his shoulder…
