Medusa leaned down and sniffed his neck. Her long, slender tongue coated in saliva was about to touch his collarbone when Cristian waved his hand casually and Medusa found herself back at the edge of the pillar.
Her eyes flashed with pain when she saw his distrustful gaze. "You're hiding something."
Medusa, still on her knees, lowered her head. "I met another sea dragon."
"A mate." Cristian added.
"No! He's not!" Medusa replied with a high-pitched voice. It was quite normal for Cristian to be doubtful, as dragons were never known to be loyal to their mates like the Beastkins.
"I have his scent because we fought. It turns out the phoenix aura attracted too much attention when I killed the beast holding it." She didn't see her battle with a dragon of lower status as news for Cristian.
But when it came to other men, he was exceptionally sensitive.
