I wrapped my arms around Kiema. For the first time in almost two weeks I felt my insides unclench. Even my animals were calm. She was safe in my arms.
One problem down, one huge ass dragon to go.
"Are you going to change back?" I asked Saint.
He shook his mammoth head. "I'm not sure how to do that. And Ten is being a bit of bitch. He says that until you unhand his Mate, he's not helping us do anything."
A low snarl rose up my throat.
Kiema rubbed her hand over my abs. "It's fine, Ransom. Think of Tenny as a foreign exchange student. He's ancient and from Earth. He's not really up on today's norms. Especially this group's." She chuckled the last bit, a twinkle in her eyes as she looked up at me.
"How does Earth have dragons?"
Saint launched into the history of Ten. The long, boring history.
Just as my eyes were glazing over, Saint's eyes went from their familiar brown to an eerie yellow golden green with vertical slits.