"Hold still," Dena grasped Taurian's forearm to place the needle into his arm.

Last night, they'd made love until morning, then she'd passed out for five hours straight and woke up sore, but extremely satisfied. After they ate breakfast, she grabbed her medical supplies to gather his blood and compare it to the first sample she had.

He frowned. "That needle looks sharp."

"It's supposed to be." She batted her eyes. "Don't tell me the big, bad dragon is ...