He glared at me, and I glared back. “Don’t be ridiculous. We didn’t start turning into dragons until after we came out of her womb.” I rolled my eyes at his non-answer. “So, Zion gets to be the official prince since he was born first. And you get … what? To play guard?” He refused to rise to my bait. “One of us has to be the dragon. If we don’t, we lose control over the transformation. We lose our minds. It’s for everyone’s safety that we take strict shifts. We’ve done it since we were infants. Zion and I switch in and out when needed.”
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