Jasmine held her breath as she gauged Kylan and Dillon"s reaction to meeting her spitfire aunt. She wanted to blurt out all the questions she had about her aunt knowing Laughlin, but now was not the best moment. There were too many witnesses, and Jasmine wasn"t sure she was going to like the answers.
"Welcome!" Dillon grinned at Trixy, who still hadn"t lowered her weapons.
Laughlin stepped forward and extended his hand. "Give me the knives or we"ll take them from you."
"As if." Her aunt snorted, but under threat of being disarmed, she holstered them in her custom leather belt.
Jasmine exhaled quietly. "I guess we should talk."
Trixy made no effort to hide her visual evaluation of the two dragons. The auditor of Jasmine"s accounts last spring hadn"t taken as much care or attention. "Wh
