“Well, it’s mostly practical. Amaris flies better from the roof. She’s better at it now, but it used to be hard for her to get airborne.” “Amaris?” Helena repeated slowly. “The chimaera. You saw her last night.” She blinked at him, a memory of an impossibly enormous, winged wolf resurfacing. “I thought…I’d hallucinated.” He gave her a look. “I told you I was getting a chimaera.” “Well, yes, but I assumed it was something—smaller, and you never mentioned it again. I assumed it had died.” He shrugged. “Well, she was small at first. About the size of a foal when she arrived.” “What is she?”
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