Charley had escaped Silas’s sad excuse for a prison cell with no more than a broken nail. She knew that she was going to be in some deep shit with her employer for not only disappearing for a few days but also for not killing Silas as promised. There was something infuriating and sexy about the man that made it hard for her not to go rubbing her sass in his face. With his sardonic smile and chiseled cheek bones, Silas was quickly becoming her hardest job yet. Silas found the little red head’s antics cute. Someone wanted him dead, but that was nothing new. The dragon was one of the most hated of his kind. He couldn’t help it everyone else was too scared to take what they really wanted, no matter the consequences. So they had hired the half-breed to send him to an early grave, but something was getting in the way of her pulling the trigger. Silas knew he pissed her off just as much as he heated her up. Next time he got her alone, he was going to investigate both. Charley wanted this job to be over. The target was a smug, arrogant dragon with a great butt. Silas had leverage over the red-headed halfling who was trying to kill him. He’d give her what she wanted but only after he had her for a night, or three.