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“This is your fault,” Salome yelled at her older brother. “His walls have been covered with dragons ever since you let him watch Game of Thrones with you!”
The siblings had been yelling at each other for quite a while now—ever since Salome had driven up to the front door, her four-wheel drive SUV skidding in the mud.
Yogi winced, but he didn’t back down. “How was I supposed to know he’d be able to choose to be a f*****g dragon?”
“He was too little to be watching that show at all. I told you that! Now he’s gone and decided to be a freaking reptile!”
Logan wanted to point out that a conscious decision hadn’t been involved, but she had already tried to reason with the Weres. It was like spitting into the wind. She’d stopped wasting her time and was now trying to come up with a plan B
