I glared at the clock again. How? How has it only been two hours? It felt like a full freaking year has gone by with Hols gone.
Finn slapped the back of my head. "Focus."
I glared at him.
"On your dragon, not your mate," he said drolly.
I flipped him off. "Easy for you to fucking say."
He snorted. "You've no idea what you're talking about, boyo, so best be careful of the next words from your mouth."
My eyebrows winged up. "What does that mean?"
He shook his blonde head, sighed. Scrubbed a hand down his face. "It doesn't matter. Not unless your girl is a miracle worker." His head tipped to the side. "Or Ari. I guess if anyone could talk sense into her, it would be Ari." He shook his head. "Doesn't matter. What matters right now is getting familiar enough with your dragon that you can protect your mate and our Star Mistress. So get your head out of her -"
I glared at him.
He smirked. "Pants, you perv. And focus on your training."