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Dragon. Just one word, and I already had enough information to make a decision.
I wanted nothing to do with whatever Aiden was cooking up.
Not that I’d believed for a second that he was working any sort of case that I’d be interested in, not if it meant working with him, but a dragon?
And since he’d leveled the field by revealing his own secret, I could walk away.
I glanced at the knife, still crystalline and showing no signs of melting. Still wedged in my wall.
He’d ceded his singular advantage over me merely for the chance to pitch this case.
Wasteful, idiotic, and also confusing.
“You want my help bagging a dragon.” I c****d my head as if I was actually considering his request. “No.”
“I can’t do it alone.” He’d moved to stand next to the doorway and was lounging against the f
