Murtagh raised an eyebrow. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted her to catch me.” Thorn’s mouth spread in an approximation of a smile. Maybe you should let her. It might ease the fire in your belly. Murtagh snorted. “You know what that leads to. Children.” Hatchlings are not a bad thing. He eyed Thorn, serious.
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