Ice would kill for a glass of red wine and a gigantic pepperoni pie from Mangia's. He loved a deep dish pizza. Too bad living halfway up a volcanic rock in the great Northwest precluded that.
"You're pacing," his lover Keon murmured.
"I need a pizza."
Keon snorted. "I have yeast and flour and a dragon-fired wood oven. I can make a pizza."
Ice grinned a little. "Seriously?"
"Heck, yeah. Get the pepperoni, buddy. We'll have a party."
Damn, his dragon Guardian was talented in so many ways. Even without the wine, Ice was a lucky man. Time to get chopping.
Ice and Keon are coming up in February from Changeling Press