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I know, but it’s good for me. I turned and brushed my hand over his cheek. Just like Vlad, he had a little scruff on his face, and it scratched my fingertips. And I don’t get hurt as often anymore. I was about on par with the others now. Though I was smaller and not built as sturdily since I wasn’t born a dragon, I could get out of tight spots more easily due to my size. It helped me as often as it hurt me. That was one thing Vlad and Theron were trying to focus on with me: using my differences to my advantage. After a quick kiss, I stood and flicked my gaze between Echo and Arrow. “Will one of you teach me to shoot a gun? I’d like to be more confident if I ever need to use one again.” “You have a very smart wife and mate, Your Highness,” Arrow said as he smiled at me. “Thorn.” Thorn cl
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