“I suppose I can handle being the dragon for a few hours tomorrow so you can get your precious answers and leave me alone,” he drawled. “Sure you don’t want a goodnight kiss?” My hand was flying up toward him before I could even think about it, but he caught my wrist. “Careful. I like a bit of a fight.” I wrenched my hand away, glaring. “RRRRRWWWWWRRRR!” I jumped badly as the dragon (no, Zariah) roared from somewhere above us, sounding pissed as hell. The accompanying rush of fire followed, and the tower swayed and shook with the force. The castle stones rumbled and vibrated. Zion didn’t look
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