I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie (The I Like Big Dragons Series) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
a cocky, know-it-all young guy for the rest of his days.
But we prevailed, Declan and me. We had a lot of work to do to get where we are now, but after we got used to each other, and the fact that we would spend the rest of our lives as one, we more or less got over it.
That wasn’t to say that he didn’t try to push every once in a while, but then again, so did I. It now meant that we were able to let shit go when, in the beginning, we’d been too busy testing each other to see the irony of any situation.
Fine. Wish me luck . Then I stopped. Do you at least have a name?
Blythe.
Blythe? What kind of name was that?
Probably the same kind as Keifer , Declan sniped.
Wow, it seemed I’d hit on a sore spot. Declan liked the human. Which was surprising. Declan didn’t like anybody. Dragon rider or human alike. Hell, he barely even tolerated me!
Funny, I growled, peeling myself up off the ground and heading in the direction of the apartment building.
Luckily the door was unlocked. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to get in without buzzing a tenant and asking them to let me in. I didn’t think the girl, Blythe, would be willing to just open the door without a little bit of an explanation as to what I was doing there.
And I sure couldn’t use my abilities to get in like I’d done yesterday afternoon.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I made it onto the second landing within seconds.
Just because I used magic didn’t mean that I wasn’t in shape, or that I couldn’t fight.
In fact, I was a pretty skilled fighter. I had to be. Especially with the Purists making sure that I was constantly on guard by attacking all of my dragon sanctuaries.
The moment I found the woman’s door, I knocked, wasting no time in getting this over with.
Then the door was set on fire, and I had to take a hasty step back.
“Shit!” A woman’s frantic voice yelped. “Oh my God! I’m a menace to society!”
I couldn’t contain my snort of laughter as I watched the door continue to burn.
Luckily, it was a metal door.
The frame, however, was not. Which was why, when I said what I said next, it was for both of our benefit.
“Concentrate on something cold!” I yelled.
That’s how I mastered the power when I was younger, anyway. I had no idea whether it would work for her.
Different things worked for different people.
Different strokes for different folks, and all that fun shit.
My brother had a different way of doing it, but I was only running on instinct right then.
Just as quickly as the fire had appeared, it stopped and the door was suddenly covered in a layer of frost.
“Good!” I yelled. “Now open the door and let me help you.”
“How do I know you’re not a murderer?” The woman questioned nervously.
I smirked, thinking to myself, What if I am, little sheep? What will you do about it?
“I’m not a murderer,” I informed her hoping that would be enough to convince her to at least open the door.
“Who are you?” She asked.
I sighed, leaning my back against the door.
Something about the entire situation was just comical, but I wasn’t annoyed like I would’ve been with anyone else.
I wasn’t much of one for wasting time.
Every hour of the day was spoken for, at least for me, and the last thing I needed to be doing right then was fucking around when I should be sleeping.
Tell that to my dick, though.
I winced, turning off that direction of my thoughts as quickly as I could.
Definitely wouldn’t help right now.
“Keifer Vassago,” I sighed, knowing the reaction I was about to get.
There was a giant pause, and I started to fidget.
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” She asked finally.
My eyes widened.
That wasn’t usually the reaction I got when I told someone my name.
Knowing I wouldn’t accomplish anything like this, I picked out my trusty multipurpose tool, and then started to work on the lock.
Chapter 4
I don’t even need alcohol to make bad
But we prevailed, Declan and me. We had a lot of work to do to get where we are now, but after we got used to each other, and the fact that we would spend the rest of our lives as one, we more or less got over it.
That wasn’t to say that he didn’t try to push every once in a while, but then again, so did I. It now meant that we were able to let shit go when, in the beginning, we’d been too busy testing each other to see the irony of any situation.
Fine. Wish me luck . Then I stopped. Do you at least have a name?
Blythe.
Blythe? What kind of name was that?
Probably the same kind as Keifer , Declan sniped.
Wow, it seemed I’d hit on a sore spot. Declan liked the human. Which was surprising. Declan didn’t like anybody. Dragon rider or human alike. Hell, he barely even tolerated me!
Funny, I growled, peeling myself up off the ground and heading in the direction of the apartment building.
Luckily the door was unlocked. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to get in without buzzing a tenant and asking them to let me in. I didn’t think the girl, Blythe, would be willing to just open the door without a little bit of an explanation as to what I was doing there.
And I sure couldn’t use my abilities to get in like I’d done yesterday afternoon.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I made it onto the second landing within seconds.
Just because I used magic didn’t mean that I wasn’t in shape, or that I couldn’t fight.
In fact, I was a pretty skilled fighter. I had to be. Especially with the Purists making sure that I was constantly on guard by attacking all of my dragon sanctuaries.
The moment I found the woman’s door, I knocked, wasting no time in getting this over with.
Then the door was set on fire, and I had to take a hasty step back.
“Shit!” A woman’s frantic voice yelped. “Oh my God! I’m a menace to society!”
I couldn’t contain my snort of laughter as I watched the door continue to burn.
Luckily, it was a metal door.
The frame, however, was not. Which was why, when I said what I said next, it was for both of our benefit.
“Concentrate on something cold!” I yelled.
That’s how I mastered the power when I was younger, anyway. I had no idea whether it would work for her.
Different things worked for different people.
Different strokes for different folks, and all that fun shit.
My brother had a different way of doing it, but I was only running on instinct right then.
Just as quickly as the fire had appeared, it stopped and the door was suddenly covered in a layer of frost.
“Good!” I yelled. “Now open the door and let me help you.”
“How do I know you’re not a murderer?” The woman questioned nervously.
I smirked, thinking to myself, What if I am, little sheep? What will you do about it?
“I’m not a murderer,” I informed her hoping that would be enough to convince her to at least open the door.
“Who are you?” She asked.
I sighed, leaning my back against the door.
Something about the entire situation was just comical, but I wasn’t annoyed like I would’ve been with anyone else.
I wasn’t much of one for wasting time.
Every hour of the day was spoken for, at least for me, and the last thing I needed to be doing right then was fucking around when I should be sleeping.
Tell that to my dick, though.
I winced, turning off that direction of my thoughts as quickly as I could.
Definitely wouldn’t help right now.
“Keifer Vassago,” I sighed, knowing the reaction I was about to get.
There was a giant pause, and I started to fidget.
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” She asked finally.
My eyes widened.
That wasn’t usually the reaction I got when I told someone my name.
Knowing I wouldn’t accomplish anything like this, I picked out my trusty multipurpose tool, and then started to work on the lock.
Chapter 4
I don’t even need alcohol to make bad
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