Nyktos drew up short as a low rumble radiated from Reaver’s chest, and smoke wafted from his nostrils. Stunned, I stared at the small draken. My gaze flew to Nyktos, then to Nektas, who had started grinning. “Ha!” I exclaimed, reaching down to pat the top of Reaver’s head. “That’s a good Reaver-Butt.” Reaver hummed as he eyed Nyktos. He made a low, chattering sound. “Man,” Theon drawled, his mouth twitching as if he fought and then lost the battle to hold back a laugh. “That’s kind of wrong.” “It’s the embers,” I guessed. “He’s probably responding to that.” “No, it’s you.” Nyktos looked at me.
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