“Yes,” Jessa said with a sigh. “I’m the Lebron you’ve probably heard about. The dragon marked and all that bullshit. Yes, Braxton is a dragon shifter, and no, he will not shift for you, so don’t ask. We’re here to teach you all how to fight, how to defend yourselves, and how to handle whatever Atlantis brings when it finally rises. Once we have that all worked out, we’ll be heading back home to Stratford with the tyrants.” Braxton shook his head. “Jessa, babe, you have got to stop calling the twins tyrants,” he said in a deep, rumbly, sexy-as-hell voice.
