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confirmation. She mentioned her family’s marking. All dragon families had some visible way to identify their clan. Silver growing out of pure black, only in their widow’s peaks, sounded odd enough for a dragon’s markings.
    On the line right below that, she asked, “An yas?”
    Something didn’t feel quite right. His fingers tingled and shook slightly as he typed, “Sandy hair with yellow streaks. Side part.”
    Am I about to make a mistake?
    Some dragons, himself included, had a type of sixth sense alerting them to danger.
    He thought about Bliss and figured he must be feeling a twinge of ambivalence. What possible danger could a blind date entail? Ugh. Don’t answer that, Drake.
    Without questioning himself further, he hit “send.”
    She responded with a quick, “See ya den.”
    And he typed, “See you tomorrow.”
    He was just stepping away from the computer when Benjamin appeared in the doorway. “Lunch is ready, Drake. Any luck on the dating front?”
    “Uh, maybe.” He hadn’t mentioned his desire to find Bliss. The guys would probably think he was nuts to get involved with the woman responsible for sending him back into a burning building for her computer—and getting him suspended.
    “Hey, that’s great. Maybe we won’t have to worry about our sisters after all.” Benjamin returned to the kitchen without further comment.
    That’s what Drake liked about the guys he worked with. They could joke around and leave an opening if a buddy wanted to share his personal life. The others would listen and maybe sympathize or offer an opinion, but no one pushed or prodded. Drake wasn’t about to volunteer any information. Not yet.
    He was very glad the female dragon wanted to meet him tomorrow. A little more than twenty-four hours suddenly felt like a long time.
    ***
    “No, no, no! Not her! Anyone but her!”
    Mother Nature stared into the bright sky, gathered two fistfuls of her long, white hair next to her ears, and squeezed. “Gahhh!”
    Apollo abandoned his poker game and joined her near the window. The entire top floor of the office building was covered in a glass bubble, so essentially the entire perimeter was a giant window that allowed the Supernatural Council an unobstructed view of Boston.
    “What’s wrong, Grandma?”
    “I told you never to call me that,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
    “Sorry, Gaia. It’s just that you gave birth to Zeus, who’s my father, so therefore…”
    She glared at him and a violent wind ripped through the room, blowing cards off the table and rippling everyone’s long, white gowns.
    “Sorry, Goddess. Forgive me.”
    She sighed. “I’ll forgive you this time, but only because you’re my favorite.”
    The other gods gaped at them, several with raised eyebrows.
    “Oh, relax,” she called out. “You’re all my favorites.” Then she rolled her eyes.
    They looked away, although some of them still appeared tweaked. A moment later, the cards were magically back in their hands and they resumed their game.
    “So what’s wrong? How can I help?”
    “That fucking Caribbean dragon, Zina,” Mother Nature muttered. “What’s she doing up here?”
    Apollo shrugged. “You probably have a better idea than I do since I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
    Gaia pointed her long finger at a motorcyclist cruising down Storrow Drive. “That bitch right there. Thanks to a voodoo priestess, she’s run amok for two centuries and there’s nothing I can do to stop her.”
    “What’s she doing that you need to stop?”
    Gaia threw her hands in the air and whirled away from the glass. “Everything. That creature does whatever she damn well pleases and cares nothing about the consequences. I understand she has a lair where she keeps sex slaves. She finds men vacationing alone, and suddenly they’re never heard from again.”
    “Why haven’t we been supplicated? Beseeched? Prayed to for help?”
    Gaia chortled. “Come on… Do you really expect men to