Book 19: You Can't Have Her

Ian

Fraser appears in the throne room carrying a large armchair like it weighs nothing. He spots me, nods like this is a casual encounter, and sets the chair on the ground, where he proceeds to drag it several dozen meters into the center of the room. The scraping grinds my gears. My ears ring, but I think that was the point. The dragon sits and splays out in a very relaxed manner, propping his ankle on his opposite knee. 

He looks me up and down from a safe distance away. “Remove your shirt and pants.”

I grit my teeth. “Normally, I’d like to get to know you a bit better first.”

“Now, shifter. This is not a game. I have very little men’s clothing that would fit someone your size.”

I shrug out of my shirt. It falls in a heap, which I kick away. My pants are next. Standing in noth