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indentations above his hips and maybe his bottom lip. Basically she wanted to eat him up like the psycho she’d apparently turned into.
    With a slow, dazed blink, she said, “Question number one, do you always remove your shirt when you are pissed off?” If so, she would make a mental note to anger him often.
    “There was blood on my shirt.”
    “Oh.” She scrunched up her nose and sat on the edge of the bed. “Gross. Question number two, can I see your peg leg now?”
    “What?” He shot her the dirtiest look she’d ever caught. “Fuck no. And it’s a prosthetic leg, not a peg leg. I’m not a damn pirate.”
    “Come oooon,” she begged, laying on her side on the bed. “I’m going to be imagining it all night, probably dreaming about it, and it’ll be way worse than it actually is. My imagination is ridiculous.”
    “Hell no. I haven’t shown it to anyone. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell your crew about this either. Or Damon.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I already have to fight just to prove I’m strong. I’m challenged all the time. Telling the world I’m disabled isn’t going to help me. It’ll get every asshole who wanted to claim they bested a dragon picking fights with me.” He ran a towel over his face to dry it and turned around. The one light above him cast all his pretty muscles into deep, shadowed indentations. Now she wanted to lick him and bite him. What was wrong with her? She should be fleeing the Blackwing in terror. She’d heard rumor one still existed, and here she was, in the same tiny room with him.
    Her survival instincts were broken.
    “For the record, you sure as shit didn’t look disabled tonight. It took all of my strength to get you off that guy.” She cleared her throat delicately and picked at a long, loose thread on the comforter. “By the way, thanks for that. For defending me.”
    “The guy tripped me,” he muttered.
    “You were pissed off on my behalf before that, though. You told them to stop throwing stuff at me.”
    “Yeah, why were you cowering to humans anyway? I don’t get it.” Kane crossed his arms over his chest and studied her. “I don’t get you.”
    Those four words hurt like lashes. “Welcome to the club.” And no, she wasn’t going to get into why humans scared her more than shifters. She wasn’t about to share her deepest, darkest secrets with a Blackwing Dragon. She wasn’t a brainy girl, but she wasn’t dumb enough to sign her own death warrant either. Oh, she understood why he didn’t want others knowing he was down a leg. Any sign of weakness for a shifter could tip the balance of safety and death. She wasn’t exposing her weakness to him. Not tonight. Not ever. “I’ll show you my boobs.”
    Kane’s face went slack. “What?”
    “Show me your prosthetic leg, and I’ll take my shirt off.”
    Kane’s eyes narrowed and dipped to her chest. Rowan grinned because he was actually considering it.
    “Bra, too,” he negotiated.
    “Naturally. Can’t see my boobs with my bra on. Do we have a deal?”
    Kane was frowning hard and looked super suspicious. “Is this one of those things where you back out after I take my pants off—”
    Rowan pulled her ripped-up shirt off her head, then peeled off her bra. She squealed, closed her eyes, and covered her boobs with her cupped hands. God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this.
    When she opened her eyes again, Kane was smiling bigger than she’d ever seen. He was stunning. He strode forward a couple steps and unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, arched an eyebrow seductively, and jerked his chin at her hands.
    “Maybe we should turn off that light.”
    “Nooo, that wasn’t the deal, princess.” He flicked his fingers. “Nipples.”
    She giggled and eased her hands away, then laid on her side and rested her cheek on her hand. “Now drop your pants, Blackwing, and show me that sexy bionic leg.”
    Kane’s smile faded away, and he was now staring at her chest with an