His Mate Her Savior
I’m not sure if it’s my mother or the dragon in Torin, but he doesn’t become sarcastic with her.
“How old is he?” Tamsyn asks.
“Three hundred, three hundred and fifty years old, something like that,” I say, watching their eyes go wide. Well, all except Torin who rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything.
“I think the bigger issue here is that we probably aren’t the only ones. There will be others. If your stories are like mine, if your parents were murdered so those bad werewolves could get to us, then I’m pretty sure that there are others out there. CAyd and I intend to find them. King Aolis, that’s King Ailduin’s son, has already offered all of the dragons a place to live in Araphyra,” Made
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