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By the Mother, they were going to kill her.
“What the f**k do you mean by it is more nurture than nature?” Yogi yelled.
“Calm down, son,” Douglas said for the third time.
“It’s not her fault,” Connell pointed out. He’d shot out of bed when the yelling started. “We asked her to do this.”
Yogi had been ranting at her for a solid ten minutes—ever since they’d persuaded Sammy to stop flexing his wings and swishing his spined tail in favor of having some ice cream.
That last had been Mara’s idea. She knew the kid pretty well. Only the offer of three scoops of rocky road had gotten Sammy’s attention. Otherwise, it was doubtful he would have given up playing in his dragon form. He seemed thrilled with the new status quo and kept trying to set the shrubbery on fire.
It hadn’t helped that
