Free Dragon's Chase (Paranormal Protection Agency) (Paranormal Protection Agency Book 7) by Mina Carter

make his Dragos enchantment permanent. Yeah, she’d get her magic back, but it was too easy…surely it couldn’t be that simple? No, she’d find another way. One that didn’t involve her putting her heart on the line as well.
    Opening her eyes, she looked around the room, drinking in every detail and committing it to memory. The neutral colors of the walls and floor couldn’t compare to the bed. Draped in satins and silks, it was a cacophony of color. A melody of textures she couldn’t quite reconcile with the powerful male they belonged to. One who had tended to her so gently, looking after her rather than trying to persuade her to seal their bond immediately. She doubted even the ‘noble’ knights of her life before coming to this place would have been so honorable.
    One thing was certain though. No matter how noble he was, or how hot, she couldn’t stay here. Pretty soon Sellers would yank on her chain and she’d be pulled right back to his lair. Not physical, teleportation type stuff, he wasn’t that powerful yet, but the compulsion to return would override all else. She had a little time though. Time to spend with the man she wanted but couldn’t allow herself to have.
    Turning her head to the side, she found herself alone. The pillow next to her was indented. Sliding a hand out along the sheet, she found a rapidly cooling patch and her lips curved into a soft smile. He’d slept beside her.
    Of course I did , his voice whispered in her mind, stronger and clearer than it had been before. She swore under her breath. Physical proximity was strengthening their bond. She knew the signs, had seen bonded couples before. Sure some started out trying to stay away from each other, but the compulsion grew the more time they spent together until it was too great. Until they had no choice.
    Hegra’s wrath, I make my own damn choices!
    Sure you do, sweetness. Her mate replied silkily, a hint of laughter in his deep, sexy rumble. And that being said, do you want a hazelnut or vanilla shot in your coffee? I’m betting you’re a hazelnut kinda gal .
    She sat up in bed, pushing the tumble of loose curls back from her face. He had all her attention. She’d never had coffee before she’d come here. Right up until Sellers’ pet pixie, Rat, had given her a mug. From that moment she’d been hooked.
    Hazelnut. She extended her senses. He wasn’t in the apartment. Where are you?
    He crowed in triumph. I knew it! Hazelnut it is, princess .
    I’m not a princess , she argued, sliding out of bed to pad across the room in her bare feet to the large window to look out.
    At some point while she slept, he’d removed her clothes and replaced them with a man’s shirt. It was far too long for her, hitting her just above the knee. One of his? She caught the edge of the fabric between her fingers to analyze it. No, it wasn’t magic-wrought. It was a real shirt. His shirt. Warmth spread out from the center of her chest. He’d given her his shirt.
    Oh? Why aren’t you a princess then?
    Men. Idiots the lot of them.
    Perhaps because I wasn’t born royal? Do I need to explain genetics to you? Only those born of the blood can claim the title of princess. She shook her head and looked out the window, trying to locate him on the street below. If he wasn’t in the apartment making coffee, then he had to have gone out to get it. I wasn’t born of the blood, so the most I could have claimed was a noble title.
    Oh? Could?
    Interest poured over their mental link as she scanned the shops visible from her vantage point. No coffee shops. Perhaps she could spot him from another window? Distracted by her search, she replied.
    My father was an Earl, so technically that would make me a Lady… She wrinkled her nose in disappointment when the second window in the bedroom was also a bust. But that was before I took the Oath.
    Oath, what oath?
    She found him at last, from the window in the main sitting room. Her dragon-enhanced vision easily picked