A few minutes later both of them sat on the couch across
from Kit. If he wasn’t so mad at everyone in general, he’d feel bad. Hudson
looked worried, and Connie was flat out green.
“I’ll start,” Hudson said. “Do you remember when you saw me
partially transformed in your bookshop? That was the first time I’d actually
met you in person.”
“Yes, I remember.” How could he not? That wasn’t something
he’d ever forget. It ranked right up there with seeing Kage step out the
shadows.
“I’m a thousand years old, Kit. I rarely lose control of
myself like that,” Hudson said, running a hand through his hair. “But seeing
you? I lost control. Your scent hit me like a nuclear bomb, and my dragon
reacted. I got myself under control pretty quick, but it was a near thing.”
“So you got a whiff of me and knew I was your mate?” Was
that a line? It seemed like a pickup line.
But they didn’t need to pick him up. He was a sure thing
and had told them so. So, what was the point in lying about what he was to
them? There wasn’t one.
Lord, there wasn’t one. But Hudson saying Kit’s scent threw
him into a partial transformation seemed to be a bit much, but what did he
know.
“Simplistically speaking? Yes,” Hudson answered.
