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But...the dragon was about the size of a cat—a really small cat. Not exactly what I had been expecting. Its wings moved soundlessly as it hovered to the left of Roth, its tail whipping around. It was so tiny and so...so cute. I blinked slowly. “You...you have a...a pocket-size dragon?”
Every Last Breath (The Dark Elements, #3)
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