8 - Ice Cream

~Finch’s Point of View~

*We have to just do whatever it takes to make her stay. The longer she’s with us, her body will react,* Jack said to me, over mind-link.

I more than knew that, sometimes he is such a douche. I secretly hated that he was six minutes older. He never really threw it in my face but he still acted like he was the one in charge. I mean, dragons are certainly much higher in the pecking order but on two legs I could take him.

Maybe.

An intense heat was radiating off of Grace, and I already knew what she needed to calm down. We’d moved her to the living room as we attempted to explain some things. I ran to the freezer and grabbed an ice cream cone.

*Yes, take care of our mate,* Judson said, approving.

I unwrapped it quickly and brought it to her. She eyed it and made a face.

“This will help calm you, and soothe you,” I said, handing it to her.

“I’m not a freakin’ child! Ice cream, seriously,” she scoffed, but she looked it over.

They were our absolute favorite,