I never should have let Steph drag me to that Psychic Fair. Metaphysical nonsense doesnโt suit me, Seattle doesn't suit me, and I think I might be allergic to patchouli. Iโm definitely allergic to car accidents, to giant elk falling from the sky, and most importantly, to the huge, blue dragon thatโs attached its obnoxious tail to my navel.
Just try having a smart-ass dragon nattering in your brain twenty-four-seven. Better yet, donโt try it. I recommend skipping the entire, batshit crazy, ordeal. Avoid black cats. Donโt get that Reiki treatment, and definitely donโt wake up alone, surrounded by other dragons who know way more than you do about what the hell is going on.
I can handle it, though. I got this covered. Just as soon as I figure out how to get away from the urban highlander who thinks Iโm his mate. Just as soon as I work out how to detachโฆ
I wouldnโt recommend that.
You see what I mean? Crazy. Now I have to escape, to convince the nutty dragon clan that I am not their leader, and to come up with some way to get rid ofโฆ
You could try exorcism?
I get the feeling this isnโt going to be easy.