Colt
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e had vacated Hexen Manor, but that didn’t mean I could leave the territory unmonitored. Patrolling my home—performing the duties I’d had since I was a child—was the only thing left that kept me sane.
Ever since my sister Catrina’s death, I felt like a soulless machine. Or was it Billie leaving that had done that to me? It was hard to pinpoint the exact event that changed everything because it all happened in such rapid succession that it didn’t feel real once it was just my father and I left in our house. And even then, it wasn’t just us for very long. The dragons had moved in as Hexen Manor became their base of operations, and the only moments I had alone were those in the safety of my bedroom, during long nights when I wondered if anything would have changed had I been stron
