In his nine hundred years of existence, Kael Dravaryn had never thought he'd be attacked like this.
But if he was of such a mind, one human aide was definitely of the belief that, in the expansive land of Eryndra, no one had probably been as crazy as him.
Just as expected and yet unlike anything he could have imagined.
Soft.
Supple.
And most definitely surprised.
As for the last one? That was the reaction of the dragon lord who was currently—impossibly—touching lips with one equally startled human.
For Kael, it was unthinkable. For Riley, it was something worse: it was right.
The moment their mouths collided, Riley felt it.
A jolt. A flash.
Like he'd been slightly electrocuted. The kind of shocking zing that stole his breath, stunned his brain, and left him absolutely certain that this was either genius or insanity.
Maybe both.
