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She named me Claudia, but growing up as the only girl in a clan of male dragon shifters, my name didn’t stay Claudia for long. They butchered it. Masculinized it.
I am Tyrion of the Stormscale Clan. My bloodline is unique among dragon shifters. We’re born with the ability to harness the power of storms—lightning, thunder, the whole thing. But none of that matters anymore.
“Kade doesn’t know about me,”
“Of course you are, Claudia,” I say, warmth spilling into my voice. “I can tell just by looking at you—you exude excellence.”
“But let me be perfectly clear: we will never be friends. I may forgive, but I’ll never forget. And I’ll never break bread with a nasty, fire-breathing—” Before he can finish his insult, Amaya smacks him square in the chest. “Dammit, Meekah! Can you not insult someone for once in your life?”

