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.