Nicole's POV Maple stood at the foot of my bed, his arms crossed over his chest with complete solemnity."Dragons are only four once," he announced to the quiet room. "That means today is the biggest day ever. And on big days, you have to eat cake for breakfast.""That's not how birthdays work," I mumbled into my pillow, my voice thick with sleep."It's how dragon birthdays work," he said, as though this settled the matter completely. "If you don't eat cake at six o'clock, your wings don't grow.""You don't have wings, Maple.""Not yet," he said firmly. "Because I haven't had the cake."A soft click came from the front door, followed by familiar footsteps on the hallway floorboards. I pushed the covers back and stumbled out into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes. Tate was already standing by the counter, still wearing yesterday's shirt, holding a white bakery box tied with red string."You're here early," I said, leaning against the doorframe."I told you I wasn't missing this," Tate said
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