Fowler had no desire to take over as king of the dragons, at least not yet, anyway. His grandmother, the former queen, was pressuring him into taking a mate. He didn’t need a mate, and that was that.

Amy hated rich people with a passion. If she wasn’t forced into going into this lunch meeting with the Walshs, she wouldn’t. And she certainly wasn’t going to be forced into eating a hamburger she didn’t order by some handsome, arrogant prick. Enough was enough; she was out of there, and when he grabbed her arm, all bets were off…