Four years ago, Morgan was found half-dead near the dragon village of Thorsbury Upon Wick.
Morgan cannot remember what happened to her, but the villagers suspect she might be a dragon from their long lost ancestral homeland.
Adopted by the villager...
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M O R G A N
I spent the rest of my shift in a bad mood. I was so unimpressed with Erik and Declan. How could two grown-ass men act like babies? Both men were bad as each other in my opinion.
Erik shouldn't have lost his cool, and Declan shouldn't have wound Erik up.
Those two picking a fight with each other was the last thing that I needed to add to my growing list of 'Things Screwing Up Morgan's Life'. It was bad enough that I had to keep diving into the kitchen to check Poppy hadn't turned into a mindless flesh eating zombie.
My shift finished at three o'clock, and I was relieved to have the evening off. My last duty of the day was taking out the kitchen rubbish. I entered the kitchen and saw Poppy standing in the corner, staring into space.
Her fake tan was starting to look blotchy, but her cheap perfume was doing a good job at covering up the dead smell that clung to her.
"Are you okay, Poppy?" I asked.
She nodded her head slowly.
"I can hear their heartbeats so clearly," she replied.
"Their heartbeats?" I echoed.
"Yes, the heartbeats from the people sitting in the bar. But don't worry. I don't feel like eating anyone's brain yet," she smiled.
I didn't know if that was a positive sign or not. Poppy went back to staring into space, and I grabbed the black bags and headed out the back door to the dumpsters.
When I pushed open the front door, I nearly died of fright. Erik was waiting for me by the dumpster with a thunderous look of anger on his face.
"We need to talk," he said.
Great, I thought. This was just what I didn't need.
"Did you and Declan sort out your differences?" I asked, throwing the black bags into the dumpster.
Erik's face hardened at the mention of Declan's name. He folded his hands across his chest and snapped, "I couldn't care less about your ex-lover. What happened between you two is in the past. However, now that you are my mate, I expect you to act with some decorum."
I raised my eyebrow at his remark.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even and calm.
"It means you are my mate, Morgan. You belong to me. No other man is allowed to touch you, not even for a hug. I'll rip out his throat if I see that peasant laying a finger on you," Erik spat.
"Wow," I replied with a humourless laugh. "Green does not look good on you."
