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Dorran kept his gaze on me until I made my way over. “What can I get you two to eat?”

“Umm, what’s good here?” he asked.

I narrowed my gaze in an attempt to keep from smiling. “The burgers are good.”

“Vegetarian,” Dorran said.

Damien gave him a crazy look. “Since when?”

“I was joking,” he said. “I’ll take the chicken sandwich with a side of fries—,”

“Amara.”

My stepmother’s voice sent a chill down my spine. When I turned, she was red in the face. “Please, come here.”

I handed Sarah the pad and walked over toward her. Before we could get to the hallway, she grabbed my upper arm and jerked me around the corner.

Her dark hair was in a sweaty bun, and she looked rundown, to be honest. “Why in the hell didn’t you text me that Dorran was here? I had to run here after I saw someone post about it on social media. I could have sent Zella or Stasa here to meet him one-on-one. Why are you so stupid?”

The word normally did not get to me.

I’d been called worse.

But this time it crawled over me like a snake.

“Would you have rather I made The Dragon Prince wait while I called and made sure you knew to send your girls here?”

She locked her jaw tight. “I want you to do what I say when I say it, got it? Now move.”

She shoved past me and walked toward their table.

When I made my way to the kitchen, Dorran was staring at me from around my step-monster. “I’d like to have my server back, please.”

Helena paused but gestured me over to his table. When she didn’t move, he gestured for her to leave us be. Reluctantly, with a smile, she walked back toward the kitchen.

“Tell the cook I like my burger well-done, Little Mouse.”

I gave him a quick nod while backtracking toward the kitchen, avoiding my step-monster’s gaze. Not five minutes later my stepsisters raced into the restaurant, and I felt my heart sink into my stomach.

They looked plucked out of one of those magazines Sasha dropped off for me. I’d never wanted to toss a piece of pie at the back of their heads more than I did at that moment.

Let the sideshow begin.

Chapter Ten

Dorran

My dragon was awake.

Fully.

The way that woman put her hand on Amara made him burn with fury. My fingers clutched the table between Damien and me. I heard the wood bend beneath my grasp.

I needed—I had—to save her.

“What the hell was that?” Damien asked under his breath. “Is your dragon attached to someone here?” Damien glanced around the room in an attempt to pick out my mate.

Damien and I had a love-hate relationship. He pissed me off daily, but he was my brother. We’d grown up beating the hell out of each other, and sharing meals every night. His searching did little to bother me. My dragon needed to save her.

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