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Dragons Under the Surface
Sebastian groaned aloud. Closing his eyes and tightening his body as he kept them in. Using his will to tamp them down.
Elsabet stood back from him. Watching in surprise. “Are you going to tell me what that was about.”
“I have more beasts than you think, just waiting under my skin.” He explained. “You haven’t touched me in a while.”
“And?”
“You excited all of us.”
Her brows shot up.
“Sebastian.” Rhyers’s voice drew their attention to just inside the doorway.
Rhyers’s usual immaculate hair was looking a bit tousled, and he had an urge look in his eyes. “Alpha needs you.”
“No.” Elsabet shook her head. “He’s still injured.”
“It’s to help with the Fallen.” Rhyers explained as he grimaced. “I’m sorry Elsabet, he has to go.”
“When the alpha calls,” Sebastian weakly climbed from the bed. Grateful to be out of it, truly. But he swayed slightly as he got to his feet. “We must go.”
The blanket fell away, a
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