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I grabbed a plate of food waiting for me and sat at one of the barstools. “How’s Sasha?”

He grinned. “How would I know?”

“Oh, you know,” I said, taking a bite.

He stood up straight. “She’s at work today. Dorran said I’m your ride down to the cabins. Hurry up, 'cause I’m dying to see these werewolves.”

“Why?” I asked with a mouth full of food.

“Because I love to mess with them.”

“Don’t start a fight,” I said. “A couple of them, mainly one, give me these looks like they're afraid I’m going to take over the kingdom and hang them by their toenails.”

Toby didn’t respond, so I looked over at him. “What?”

He shrugged. “I mean, my grandmother said sirens were cruel. They draw them in, and then,” he slid his finger against his throat.

“I’m not like that,” I said with authority.

“Sure.”

He walked toward the door, and as childish as it was, I flicked my wrist and he fell to his stomach.

“Hey!” he shouted.

“I thought a grown dragon would have better coordination.

The corner of Toby’s mouth pulled into a smirk. “Touché, Power Ranger. Hurry up. The wolves are waiting.”

Chapter Forty

Dorran

Chandler stood on the porch of our cabin impatiently waiting on me when I opened the door. He looked well-rested as he looked behind me.

“Were you expecting someone else?” I asked.

Chandler shook his head. “I thought we were going to practice with Amara today? She’s what we’re fighting.”

I stepped forward and came eye-to-eye with him. “Do you think I’m stupid?” I asked, my voice low but full of anger.

Chandler put both palms up in surrender. “I just think it will help my guys if we know what we’re dealing with, that’s all.”

I would have believed him if he hadn’t fallen so easily for Amara’s wishes. Maybe the lure of a siren was deeper than just getting his agreeance. I’d worry about that when Amara joined us.

“Is your Beta going to give Amara trouble today?” I asked, spreading my wings to take a flight down the mountain.

Chandler cracked his neck from side to side. “I spoke with him again last night. He agreed to be civil.”

Turning to face him, I waited until he met my eyes. “Are you going to act appropriately around my mate? I didn’t take you for a man that would overstep his boundaries. She is my mate. If one of your wolves steps over the line, I’ll gladly show him just how much a dragon prince can do.”

There was a sparkle of a challenge in his eye. “I understand, Dorran. May we get to it now?”

Lifting from the ground, I glanced at him before nosediving off the mountainside. Once I made it to the base of the mountain, I found most of the wolves outside of the cabin.

Unable to stop myself, I found Roan first in the group, daring him to piss me off today with one glance.

Chandler made it seconds later, shifting and grabbing a pair of shorts that someone tossed him. “We wanted to thank you for the meal accommodations,” he said. “We’ve been fed well since arriving.”

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