Kane woke to sunlight streaming through Cyrus's bedroom windows, his body deliciously sore from their training room adventures.
The dragon's arm was wrapped possessively around his waist, but Kane could tell by Cyrus's breathing that he was already awake.
"Morning," Kane mumbled into the pillow, his nine tails sprawled across the silk sheets.
"Ready for work?" Cyrus asked, pressing a kiss to Kane's shoulder.
An hour later, they were dressed and heading downstairs to the garage. Cyrus chose the BMW this time, claiming it was "more professional" than the Lamborghini.
The drive to BSA headquarters was comfortable, filled with Kane's chatter about the dragon egg and Cyrus's quiet responses. When they pulled into the Bureau parking lot, Kane's jaw dropped.
"Holy shit, is that Ginsei's new car?"
