My Portable AC Is A Dragon

Summary

My best friend was in a frantic rush to get out of town for some corporate retreat, and right before she bolted, she dumped her six-year-old kid—whom she’d had with a serpent shifter—on my doorstep.

It just so happened to coincide with a brutal hundred-degree heatwave and a massive power outage. I was practically panting like a dog, sweat dripping down my neck.

But then I looked at the little guy standing next to me. He was practically radiating cold air, blinking those huge, innocent eyes.

I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and pinched his chubby cheeks.