fled?”
Evie’s face turned grim. “They would hate you more than ever before. Maybe even think you did it on purpose, to make them suffer.”
Tristan growled. “Anyone who would think that is an idiot. My mate hasn’t hurt anyone, ever. She’s too big-hearted.”
Mel smiled up at her mate. “Thanks for the support.” She looked back to Evie. “If it truly turns into an all-out battle, I’ll send the children away to safety. But my place is here with the clan. I have too many interviews lined up over the next few days that might help stem any acts of violence.”
Evie shook her head. “You have more faith in the media than I do.”
Mel snuggled into her mate’s chest. “To change the laws, we need the media on our side. So yes, I am optimistic because otherwise, I might be risking everyone’s safety for nothing.”
Evie readjusted Murray on her hip. “Right, then we’ll all try extra hard. Do you need to go over your talking points again?”
Before Mel could reply, Tristan squeezed her and said, “You need a rest, Melanie Hall-MacLeod. Did you eat breakfast while I was with Bram?”
Turning her head into Tristan’s chest, she mumbled, “No.”
Her dragonman growled. “I’m feeding you and then you’re taking a nap.”
Mel looked up. “What about Jack and Annabel?”
Tristan looked past her to Evie. “I’m sure you and Arabella can manage.”
Arabella’s voice carried from the living area. “You could ask me, brother.”
Tristan dropped his voice so only Melanie could hear. “Ever since she met that Scottish bastard, she’s become bloody demanding.”
Hiding her smile, Mel whispered, “I say good for her. And it could be worse; she could be mated to the Scottish leader.”
Her dragonman made a low noise in his throat. “Don’t tease me about that, little human. He’s the last person I’d want as a brother-in-law.”
She raised an eyebrow. “The last person? What about the leader of Skyhunter down south? I’m sure he’d be a fabulous relative to have.”
Tristan narrowed his eyes. “It would still be a close contest between who would be worse.”
Melanie laughed and then pushed against her mate’s chest. He released his hold and she ordered, “Right, let’s get something to eat before Arabella can escape. She loves her niece and nephew too much to leave with no one else to watch them.”
As Arabella started to protest, Mel took Tristan’s hand and ducked into the kitchen. Just as she’s expected, having her mate close helped chase her worries away.
Releasing her hand to open the fridge, Mel watched as Tristan made her a sandwich. The everyday act soothed her fears a tad. Maybe she’d over analyzed things and everything would turn out all right in the end. Who would try to kill her over a book? Sure, a few authors had been targeted over the years, but Mel wasn’t picking apart someone’s religious beliefs. All her book did was talk about matings, celebrations, and clan structures.
Yet a small part of her knew someone would take offense. She only hoped it was an extreme minority. The dragon hunters already targeted them. Stonefire didn’t need any more enemies to watch out for.
Chapter Three
The next day, Tristan stood at the foot of the stairs waiting for his mate. Little had been said in the human media outlets about the release of her book. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, although it worried Mel to no end.
However, she had her first press conference in half an hour. That would be the first real test.
His human descended the stairs, wearing black trousers and a light green top that showed off her eyes. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, his gaze lingered on her chest before meeting her eyes. “That top is too tight. I don’t want other males staring at your breasts.”
Mel rolled her eyes. “This is probably one of the most conservative things I’ve worn in a long time.”
His dragon huffed. Her arse is