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grazed, sending electric sparks up and down her arm. She sucked in a breath as again the dizziness assaulted her, but this time she pushed through it. Not now. She couldn’t get sidetracked. Jez and Anna were mad enough at her as it was. She rushed out of the store and made it onto the sidewalk, ignoring the whine of her wolf the whole way to Scentify. As much as she was dying to figure out what the hell was going on with the animal—and with herself, for that matter—she just didn’t have time.
    No sooner had she walked into the store than she saw the problem. They were packed wall to wall. Suddenly, the Dragon’s Lair celebration party began to seem more appealing. She would need it by the end of this day.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Energy jittered along Brent’s arms and legs. Electricity sparked and burst like small pinches on his bare forearms. His lips burned and his fingertips and palms itched. A fog swathed his brain, and everything sounded as if it was coming from a distance. He could barely hear Fletch asking him if he was okay. His legs shook as he tried to stay on his feet and yet despite it all, his dragon remained silent, Zen and centered in its dark cage. Stomach muscles jumped and contracted as fire swirled around his gut. Thick, hot blood filled his groin. His cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat as it thickened and pressed against his silken boxers and fly. He sat down to get some stability.
    Hot and cold flashes pulled him between freezing and wanting to strip down to nothing. He looked up to Fletch for help, and began to plead for an explanation, but the words refused to form around his thickened tongue. All he could do was look up and plead with his eyes, and hope that his friend would be able to read his mind.
    Fletch reached down and rubbed Brent’s back. “You’ll be okay, buddy. We’re going to get you something to eat and some water.”
    Brent didn’t want food or anything to drink; he wanted Carissa to come back. The shaking increased and he moaned as the blood thudded in his cock and his balls throbbed, aching for release. A finger of electricity danced along his spine and washed over his body until he felt he was on fire. Beads of sweat formed on his brow and upper lip, and small droplets slipped down his temple.
    With a shaking hand, he reached up and wiped away the moisture and tried to swallow a lump that was forming in his throat. Frustration filled him, batting at the haze of arousal swirling in his gut. He had her name but nothing else. Her scent faded from the air, a mix of herbs and spices and flora.
    Brent stood, ready to stride out of the store, wade through the crowd, and search her out, but his legs wobbled and wouldn’t hold his weight. He felt light-headed and shaky.
    Fletch spotted him and forced him back into his seat. “What the hell are you doing? Look, you stay here and I’ll bring you the shoes. Eat something and drink the water.”
    The store attendant handed him a wrapped grilled cheese sandwich and a bottle of iced seltzer water. “Here you go.” She gave him a small smile.
    He mumbled a thank you. Slowly, he ate and drank, and his body began to calm down.
    Fletch returned and dumped a few boxes of sneakers in front of him. “Try them on, but we have to be quick because Tor just called and Louisa wants us in earlier than we first thought.”
    Brent swore, finished eating, and tried on the sneakers. Fletch took care of the bill, despite protests from Brent. They didn’t speak as they left the store. In fact, they remained quiet until they were in the car.
    Fletch turned the ignition, buckled up and pulled out of the parking lot. “Well?”
    Brent put careful thought into his answer. “I think I’ve found my mate. My dragon has wanted to find her for some time but today…I think we met her.”
    Fletch didn’t answer. They wound through traffic, not talking, which made Brent uneasy. Fletch didn’t say anything until they’d pulled into the driveway of