“She needs to have the first bite from your hands.” Darcy hesitated, but she could hardly blame him. Any sensible person would fear for the safety of their limbs near dragon teeth. “She will not recognize you as Keeper if you do not feed her.” He scooped up bloody gobs of meat and held them out for Pemberley. She gobbled as fast as he could offer them. Pemberley stopped for breath and looked longingly at Elizabeth. She picked up a sliver of meat and placed it in Pemberley’s mouth. She swallowed it whole and peered at Elizabeth, leaning close to her injured cheek. “Hurt?” “It is nothing to
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