Bound To The Dragon Who Dreamed Of Me
On the third morning, she slid into the student commons and claimed a spot at the far end of the long oak table, Mira on her left, Talia on her right, and Lennox Carter hunched over a glowing laptop at the center—like a startled fawn nestled in computer cords.
Lennox had grown, too, into lanky limbs and still-too-big hoodies. His braces flashed when he smiled, silver missiles catching the overhead lights. He’d traded the biggest sweatshirts for slightly smaller ones, a personal triumph he advertised with shy pride. His loyalty to Lyra was a constant: whenever the cafeteria din rose above a whisper, he materialized at her side.
Mira skewered a fry on her fork. “People think he’s your bodyguar
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