had called him.
Right before she revealed him. He should never forget it.
Especially as the woman who had sparked his firestorm hadn’t been surprised that he’d shifted to dragon form. Did she already know his truth? Was that why she’d returned? Lorenzo was keenly aware that a woman had betrayed him before, nearly costing him his life, and that it could happen very easily once again.
It wasn’t a reassuring thought.
Cassie didn’t get it. She watched the show from a seat at the edge in the second to last row, the best Ursula had been able to arrange for her. She hunkered down low, hoping Lorenzo wouldn’t see or recognize her. She’d slipped into the seat during a dark phase in the show.
But she was confused. There were no sparks leaping from Lorenzo’s fingertips.
Not one. Not during the entire show. That array of sparks that he’d launched at her and toyed with, bouncing it between his hands, was completely missing from this show.
And apparently there was no hot seat. An attractive brunette sat in the seat Cassie had occupied earlier, practically drooling as she watched Lorenzo, but he didn’t even glance her way.
Why had the show been different earlier?
Firestorm
. What did that word imply? Did it have something to do with those flames? Lorenzo had used the word.
What did it mean?
The show was impressive, as it had been before, and Lorenzo was every bit as elegant and gorgeous as he had been earlier. She certainly still thought he was a prime specimen. But there was another difference. Cassie didn’t feel that simmering heat beneath her skin. She didn’t yearn and burn with desire. She didn’t want Lorenzo with every fiber of her being.
Was that because he’d had what he wanted of her?
She remembered those flames in Lorenzo’s eyes. He’d hypnotized her with them, then seduced her. “Beguiled” was the word the stranger had used, and it certainly described the way she had felt. Enchanted. Dazzled.
And not, if she were honest with herself, entirely unwilling to surrender.
But she’d felt that burning desire as soon as the first spark had danced between them, and that had been the moment he’d been revealed on the stage. That had been long before she’d seen the flames in his eyes.
Way before the dragon bit.
Was it all about proximity?
Cassie didn’t think so. There was something else going on.
She couldn’t help remembering what the stranger had said.
An ability of our kind.
What kind?
Cassie had a bad feeling about that comment. The obvious conclusion—the insane conclusion—was that they were both of the dragon shape shifting kind, of the
Pyr
that Melissa Smith had profiled on her show.
The very idea made Cassie squirm.
But what if Lorenzo had answered her question honestly? He’d said “Right here!” then became a dragon, after all. She nibbled her lip and thought about that weird blue shimmer that had surrounded his body.
What if that
was
the truth?
The idea defied probability. It spat in the eye of logic. It challenged everything she knew to be true in the world. There could not truly be dragon shape shifting men. Cassie knew that, in her heart and in her mind.
Even if bunches of people did believe in them.
Even if Melissa Smith had them on her television show.
Even if one of them was on YouTube.
She sat in the theater and wrestled with the improbability of it all. If she was understanding the guy in black correctly, that would mean that she had met two dragon shape shifters within hours. There was a coincidence that blew the probabilities right out of the water.
Or confirmed the theory. Wouldn’t it be reasonable that they would know each other? Maybe hang out together? Argue?
Cassie watched Lorenzo perform and she wondered. What other explanation could there possibly be? How could he have pulled off such an illusion?
What if Lorenzo’s changing to a dragon hadn’t been a trick? What if he was a
Pyr
?
How could she find out for sure?
Cassie held her
Right before she revealed him. He should never forget it.
Especially as the woman who had sparked his firestorm hadn’t been surprised that he’d shifted to dragon form. Did she already know his truth? Was that why she’d returned? Lorenzo was keenly aware that a woman had betrayed him before, nearly costing him his life, and that it could happen very easily once again.
It wasn’t a reassuring thought.
Cassie didn’t get it. She watched the show from a seat at the edge in the second to last row, the best Ursula had been able to arrange for her. She hunkered down low, hoping Lorenzo wouldn’t see or recognize her. She’d slipped into the seat during a dark phase in the show.
But she was confused. There were no sparks leaping from Lorenzo’s fingertips.
Not one. Not during the entire show. That array of sparks that he’d launched at her and toyed with, bouncing it between his hands, was completely missing from this show.
And apparently there was no hot seat. An attractive brunette sat in the seat Cassie had occupied earlier, practically drooling as she watched Lorenzo, but he didn’t even glance her way.
Why had the show been different earlier?
Firestorm
. What did that word imply? Did it have something to do with those flames? Lorenzo had used the word.
What did it mean?
The show was impressive, as it had been before, and Lorenzo was every bit as elegant and gorgeous as he had been earlier. She certainly still thought he was a prime specimen. But there was another difference. Cassie didn’t feel that simmering heat beneath her skin. She didn’t yearn and burn with desire. She didn’t want Lorenzo with every fiber of her being.
Was that because he’d had what he wanted of her?
She remembered those flames in Lorenzo’s eyes. He’d hypnotized her with them, then seduced her. “Beguiled” was the word the stranger had used, and it certainly described the way she had felt. Enchanted. Dazzled.
And not, if she were honest with herself, entirely unwilling to surrender.
But she’d felt that burning desire as soon as the first spark had danced between them, and that had been the moment he’d been revealed on the stage. That had been long before she’d seen the flames in his eyes.
Way before the dragon bit.
Was it all about proximity?
Cassie didn’t think so. There was something else going on.
She couldn’t help remembering what the stranger had said.
An ability of our kind.
What kind?
Cassie had a bad feeling about that comment. The obvious conclusion—the insane conclusion—was that they were both of the dragon shape shifting kind, of the
Pyr
that Melissa Smith had profiled on her show.
The very idea made Cassie squirm.
But what if Lorenzo had answered her question honestly? He’d said “Right here!” then became a dragon, after all. She nibbled her lip and thought about that weird blue shimmer that had surrounded his body.
What if that
was
the truth?
The idea defied probability. It spat in the eye of logic. It challenged everything she knew to be true in the world. There could not truly be dragon shape shifting men. Cassie knew that, in her heart and in her mind.
Even if bunches of people did believe in them.
Even if Melissa Smith had them on her television show.
Even if one of them was on YouTube.
She sat in the theater and wrestled with the improbability of it all. If she was understanding the guy in black correctly, that would mean that she had met two dragon shape shifters within hours. There was a coincidence that blew the probabilities right out of the water.
Or confirmed the theory. Wouldn’t it be reasonable that they would know each other? Maybe hang out together? Argue?
Cassie watched Lorenzo perform and she wondered. What other explanation could there possibly be? How could he have pulled off such an illusion?
What if Lorenzo’s changing to a dragon hadn’t been a trick? What if he was a
Pyr
?
How could she find out for sure?
Cassie held her
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