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Chapter Twelve
I sent the skeletons onto patrol between us and the river that framed the city and castle as the camp set up.
“The bridges are set to collapse,” Daerton told me. We both looked to the sky as the golden dragon winged down to land. Aurien shifted into man-form as soon as Diandreliera had dismounted. He walked alongside her to the tent that had been set up for them as if his golden hair were not the only thing he was wearing.
“Take a good look, Ecaeris,” Daerton muttered to me.
I grinned at him. “As if you wouldn’t look if it were a female dragon walking naked through the camp. I’ve never met a dragon that’s hard on the eyes.”
“The same could be said for the Fae,” he replied. “Which is why I am so pretty, it’s the Fae blood in me. Back to the bridges, however.”
“It’s not unexpected,” I pointed out.
“No. There are any number of solutions. The question is which one?”
“Hmmm,” my hand closed around the locket. “I think it depends on w
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