You can't change who we are. Some things are predetermined. I was born half god, half werewolf dragon. We call ourselves dragon demigods. Deadly, powerful, arrogant as hell. Being a dragon demigod has its perks. Advantages that we must use very carefully, since people do not know about our existence. We can turn into dragons. We have unique abilities. Finally, we are attractive to the human race. Which is convenient, because we live among them. Unlike my other relatives, I have inherited one of these traits. Only one. The fact is that I am quite happy with it. More than. I'm talented at what I do. I have my own workshop. I love working with my hands. At my job I only have one rule. I never have direct contact with clients. I'm a moody bastard. Single. I'm happy when I'm under the hood of a car. I never broke my rule until she entered my workshop.

How could he do this? I should be upset. I should be grieving, but I'm not. All I can feel is anger. My brother committed suicide because he owed a lot of money to terrible people and now they are after me. They want to get paid one way or another. For the last two weeks all I've done is exist. She ran from one place to another. These bloodthirsty gangsters are right on my tail. They are slowly catching up with me. It won't take long for them to catch me. Just when I think things can't get any worse, my car breaks down. That's when I meet him. A beast in human form. He's rude. He's vain. He might be just what I need to get me out of this mess.18+