Page 6 of Protecting my Human
The reminder of the monster had me hugging myself.“I can’t believe they exist.”
“You should count yourself lucky to be alive.Few ever escape their clutches.”
“Are there many roaming the isle?”
“There should have been none.I’ll have to take care of the stray.”
“Did you eat them?”
The dragon recoiled.“Ew.No.Nasty things.”The disgust emerged loud and clear.
“Why did it attack me?”
“Because you’re a tasty-looking snack.”The dry reply had me pursing my lips.
“Stop trying to scare me.”
“Why aren’t you scared?I could eat you in one bite.”He opened his mouth to prove that point, his teeth longer than my arms.
“I think we’ve already ascertained you won’t do that, and why would I fear the man who saved me?”
“Man?”he snorted.
“When you’re not a giant dragon, are you not a man?”
He sighed.“Yet another secret you shouldn’t know.”
“How is that even possible?I mean, even the largest male known to Guinness would not come close to the mass you currently sport.Are you, like, super heavy when you squish back into your human shape?How tall are you as a man?And how many stones do you weigh?”Hunh, who knew a dragon’s eyes could cross?
“I’m not talking about this.”
“Why not?”
“Because the less you know, the better.”
“Kind of too late for that.”
“Are you implying you’re going to write about me in your book?”
At his query, I hesitated.“I don’t know.I truly didn’t expect to meet a dragon.”
“You will be mocked if you claim dragons exist.”
“Likely.Just like no one would ever believe I encountered a Red Cap.”I exhaled loudly.A droplet of rain hit me on the tip of the nose, leading me to glance upward.“I don’t suppose we could go inside to chat?I’d really prefer to not get drenched.”
“What I want is for you to leave and forget we ever met,” he growled, stamping his feet, making the ground rumble underfoot.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen.Isn’t that the tooting horn of the ferry departing?”
His giant head—with its pair of curling horns—craned, and he cursed, or so I assumed.I didn’t actually understand the language he spoke.
“Bloody hell, woman.”
“My name is Davina.”
“I don’t give a crap what your name is.You’ve placed me in an untenable situation.Kill you, and it brings the authorities, but setting you free puts me at risk.Guess I won’t have a choice but to relocate.And here I was so looking forward to restoring the castle.”The wistful note took me aback.
“Don’t be so melodramatic.You don’t have to move.”
