I'm thrilled that so many of you enjoyed the glimpse into A WAY TO A DRAGON'S HEART last week and I thought it only right to bring you more. This follows directly after last week's offering.
Firmly ignoring the too-cute, too-blond, too-perky, Barbie clone, Kryssa continued the tour to the
break room, explaining the shelving and territorial marking of foodstuffs. Just when she thought the dedicated over-talking of the girl had imparted a clue to the temp, it—she—took Kryssa’s arm.
“You’re like, warm and stuff.”
Large, chocolate eyes gave a slow blink as she looked at the girl. Taking that extra breath before speaking, just like they’d taught in anger management, Kryssa tucked a glossy black spiral curl behind her ear and sighed. “The air conditioner is on low and it’s eighty-nine degrees outside, not to mention I’m Therian and run hot; so what exactly is the mystery?”
The bubbly twit smiled, tilted her head, and gave an affectionate squeeze, confirming the suspicion she had indeed originated from the head cheerleading rung of hell.
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