Mate to The Dragon
She tosses it down onto the table and sits on the edge of the futon.
“So, I’m guessing you want to know about that bright red flame in the sky?” She says, looking up at me.
“Uh yeah, how did you—”
“Everyone was freaking out about it, I figured you probably were too,” she shrugs.
“Do you know what it was?” I ask and she nods.
“Yes, I do, but you aren’t going to like it,” she mutters, opening up the book. “That’s partly what I wanted to add to the book. I didn’t remember until I saw it the other day.”
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