Tastes Like Damn Chocolate
“Only about as tall as you, but fast. Really fast. They hunted in packs, like wolves. Smart. They used teamwork to take down bigger dinosaurs. They didn’t need to be the biggest; they just needed to be clever.”
Pascal snuggled closer to Nikolai’s side, head resting on his father’s arm, eyes heavy but still listening. Nikolai kept reading, describing the sickle-shaped claw on the foot, the way they could jump, the feathers scientists now believed they had. His voice never rose or fell dramatically; it stayed calm, even, almost soothing, like he was reciting facts instead of telling a story. And yet Pascal hung on every word, eyelids drooping lower with each sentence.
When Nikolai reached the
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