Ivan
"Let me look at you," Pearl circled Nefera as I closed my office. It was just the three of us, but that was dangerous enough. "Oh, look at those pretty eyes."
Nefera didn't look away from the dragoness, but I wanted to get between them. Pearl was deadly and, even in human form, wasn't someone you played around with. She was the opposite of Jake, almost to the same extreme. The mountain lion didn't see her magic as bad because she was technically a shifter and, as a dragon, was naturally born to it. He never wanted to understand that witches were in a similar boat.
"Pearl… This is my mate, Nefretiri," I tried distracting the dragon with introductions, but she seemed more interested in Nefera. There was one thing about Pearl: anyone who dealt with her knew she was into everything and anything and wasn't afraid to flirt. "Nefera, this is Pearl Flute. She's the leader of the dragons to the south."
