Before the generation ship crashed on this desert alien planet, I was a vagrant. Unplanned and unwanted, struggling to survive.
Now, we're on Tajss, and if not for the natives, seven-foot-tall dragon-men with wings and tails and scales, we'd all be dead.
My new friends are finding love, and I couldn't be happier for them, but I want to fit in, I want to have a place and a purpose. Strangely enough, the only one who might understand is one of those scaled dragon-men.
I wanted comfort and attention, but it turns out "one-night stand" doesn't translate into Zmaj. He wants more and won't give up until he claims his treasure. Me.
Contains mature themes.