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Cheyenne said, motioning toward a tall figure holding Tora’s hand, “—is Jax, Tora’s mate. She’s a dragon, he’s a lycan. They’re still trying to figure out what their twin babies will breathe—fire or attitude.”
“Leaning toward attitude,” Jax called out.
“Definitely attitude,” Tora added, cradling a plate loaded with pickles and brownies.
“And Nalia—our firebird goddess—is mated to my brother, Tyler, who she left back in bed this morning like a one-night stand. Poor dude woke up confused and emotionally abandoned.”
“I left a note!” Nalia protested, stepping back through the portal, dragging Tyler behind her by the arm. “He’s just dramatic.”
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