After a taste of a Scot, you’ll never look elsewhere again.”A brunette smiled seductively, “That’s quite a boast.””I’m quite a man.

You’re a Scott,” the Dark said, his lips peeled back in displeasure, as if just saying the word was revolting.”And you’re Irish. I’m so glad we got that settled.

There was no way I was going to let him die. He was my other half; without him, I felt incomplete. I wasn’t sure if this was my dragon talking or me,but I couldn’t imagine...