The Dragon King's Seduction
What I would give to taste these lips once more…
I can’t.
Swallowing, I look into her brilliant green eyes.
“So, tell me, beautiful one, what is your name?”
“Oh, my name is…” she trails off, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at me. “Xenie. Xendaya.” She lies.
I smirk. “You are not Xendaya.” I know werewolves’ counterparts have their own identity. In some ways, they say it’s two personalities, two souls combined into one.
“I am Xendaya!” she retorts defiantly.