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“I don’t.He’s my solicitor.”
“Pretty sure most lawyers wouldn’t be fine with a client showing up late at night asking for a room.”
“He’s not most lawyers,” Alistair muttered.
Sensing something, I prodded.“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Ever heard of a wulver?”
“He’s a werewolf?”I practically screeched.
“Shh.”He glanced around as if the empty sidewalk suddenly sprouted a listening crowd.“Oliver doesn’t like that term.So do not use it, and whatever you do, do not ask him about his condition.”
“Touchy subject?”
“Very.”
“In that case, what am I allowed to talk about?”
“Something that your historically enamored heart will truly enjoy.Oliver is a member of the Ušum-galAbarakkum.”
“The what?”I didn’t recognize the name.
With a smile that melted my panties, Alistair said, “The Ušum-galAbarakkum is a secret society, thousands of years old, whose members could best be described as dragon stewards.If you ask nicely, Oliver might even let you look at some old books about my kind that were passed down to him.”
Forget my panties, my whole brain turned into a pile of excited goo.
Given I lacked the ability to think or speak, it probably explained why I popped up on tiptoe and mashed my mouth to Alistair’s.
ChapterTen
Davina kissed me,and while I knew she did it from exuberance at my announcement, I kissed her right back because, well, I wanted to.
Alas, it lasted but a moment before the flushed and excited professor squeaked, “Let’s go!”
“You do realize I can’t exactly shift in the middle of the road,” was my dry reply.I might have been a tad miffed because she seemed more excited about meeting Oliver than taking the kiss further.
“Oh, right.What about an alley?”Before I could point out it wouldn’t work, she came to that conclusion.“Guess that wouldn’t really be feasible given the width of your butt.”
“Did you just call my dragon fat?”
“No, but he is huge.”A claim stated that, for some reason, had her gaze dipping below my belt.
Okay, now I felt better because she’d obviously noticed my impressive manhood.The original Alistair from 1693 might have been a cunt, but he did cut a fine figure and came with an impressive endowment, unlike Pierrot, a mincing fop with a petite frame who’d delighted in tricking women by affecting a delicate, soft nature to lure them into dark alleys for heinous murders.I rarely wore his shape because it felt entirely too distasteful.
“Perhaps we can find a rooftop that isn’t hard to climb,” I mused aloud.
“I thought we landed outside of Mallaig because you worried about being seen.”
“It’s late now.If we’re to make it to Inverness before Oliver’s gone to bed, we should get going.Walking back to our point of arrival would delay us, and, given we don’t know if the police have begun circulating your image or description, we can’t risk a taxi.Not to mention, if the police are on the lookout, patrolling, we could be stopped.”
She chewed her lower lip.“What if you’re seen?”
“That person will likely be called a liar.Dragons don’t exist, don’t you know.”I winked.
“In that case, let’s find ourselves the perfect roof.”
A few blocks away, we found an apartment building several stories high that I deemed suitable.The fire escape provided the means to ascend, and once we reached the roof—with me climbing first and then hauling Davina up to join me—I began stripping, which led to the professor averting her gaze.
