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And I worried it still wouldn’t be enough. Every night, we returned to our rooms in the inn, exhausted, beaten, bloody, and burnt. My men and I had no energy for lovemaking—we simply curled up in bed together, all five of us holding each other tenderly, and my touch healed my mates while we slept. Our bonds grew stronger, and with it, our magic. The other Dragons had hundreds of years on us. We would never be as strong or as experienced as them. But we had something they’d lost over the years—love. The days rushed by, and soon it was time for another bittersweet goodbye as we said farewell to Slade’s family and the town that had sheltered us not once, but twice. We packed our things, hugged everyone tightly, and then prepared to take off—and that’s when I noticed we were one person shor
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