To the dragon lord's credit, he took about twenty deep breaths before he decided enough was enough.
That alone should have been considered an achievement.
Kael sat back at their table, posture composed, hands folded, presence deliberately restrained. To anyone else, he probably looked like a tall, quiet companion patiently waiting for his mate to return with their order. But inside his head, the situation was being dissected with military precision.
Too close.
The smaller female stood well within Riley's personal space. Her gestures were animated. Her tone familiar. Her eyes sharp.
Okay, maybe not sharp, per se, when they actually looked more like buttons.
But who cares?
To him, they were sharp.
Hmph.
