No. Really? A dragon cared about dancing? No, he cared about Miss Elizabeth passionately. “And … may I request your hand for the first two—” Longbourn growled. Overbearing, interfering lizard! “For the supper set at the ball, Bingley is planning to host at Netherfield?” Darcy bowed. “What ball at Netherfield?” she asked. “The one to be held at full moon next month.” Longbourn blinked slowly. “What would you know about that?” Longbourn shrugged his wings. “Accept the dance.” “I do not wish to dance.” The dragon stomped and huffed. She returned the gesture. A low rumble grew in Longbourn’s
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