With a raised eyebrow, I handed my overstuffed bag to my guard, Caspar, an alpha and enforcer for our horde. The dragon was six foot three, and muscular from training with the dragon guard. He was attractive with his dark hair that sat messy and flopped into his face. His bright blue eyes were pretty but pensive as he took me in. With a sigh, he took the bag and set it on his shoulder with his own. “Ready to go?” Dad asked. His aura shone with protectiveness, love, worry. He was feeling so many things, it was almost overwhelming….
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