Chapter 30

• She’d cleaned the panels, shoveled a path to them, cleared the road with the snowblower, cleared the deck, and checked the battery storage—twice. She’d even stalled by taking a long hot shower and now she was out of things to do to avoid sitting here looking at Griffin.
• He had saved that happening a short while ago by asking if he could make dinner. He liked cooking. Blaise was happy not to have to come up with a meal for them. Feeding him when he was in a cage was one thing, but preparing a meal now felt too intimate—or something close to that.
• She couldn’t get his words out of her head, what he’d said about slaying dragons when they’d been in that metal box. What did that even mean? He breathed her in and wanted to kill things. Her cat rubbed against her to get her attention. Blaise ignored it and went over to check that everything was charging properly. Her animal crushing on Griffin was not something she wanted to deal with.