Gia admitted out loud as she wound a loose string from the hem of her blouse around her finger. “Why? I promise, Damon Daye is stoic, but he’s very polite. You have nothing to be worried about.” “Yeah, but he’s like a father figure to you, right?” Creed tipped his head back and forth and squinted at the mountain road they were climbing in his truck. “Kind of.” “Well, he’s like family to you, and I already know we’re screwed on my side, so I’m nervous Mr. Daye won’t like me. Does he like humans? Does he care? He probably doesn’t care. Not like my parents who are very anti-shifter. He’s not anti-human, is he?” She was rambling, so she sucked her lips in and bit down to stop from going on. Creed squeezed her leg gently and chuckled. “Gia, I swear, it’ll be fine.” “Yeah, but he’s immortal right? Aren’t dragons immortal?”
