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“Any side effects?”

I wasn’t sure if telling her that I was floating would help my case. So, I lied. “No.”

“Great.”

The test took forty-five minutes and consisted of questions and observations. It was easy, and I could tell by the look on her face that I passed. She printed out a piece of paper and handed it to me.

“Good job, Amara,” she said with a chuckle. “Now you can get that guardianship off your back. However, it’ll take a few days to find out the origins of your medication. This will at least get you out of that house.”

“Fingers crossed.”

Theresa led me toward the waiting room while Dorran scrolled through his phone. “We’re all sane here,” she said with a chuckle.

Dorran stood up. “Exactly what I thought. Thanks, Theresa. Tell your mom that I’m dying for some of her peach pie.”

“Noted,” she said. “I’ll call you when I hear back from the lab about the medication.”

With the piece of paper in my hand, we walked out into the sunlight, and Dorran turned to face me. “See, that wasn’t so bad. Now, my lawyer is at a lunch meeting, and won’t be back until later. Let’s go see about finding your heritage.”

“How will we do that?” I asked.

Dorran playfully twirled a piece of my ponytail around his finger. “We go see Zerk. He’s our medicine man if you’d like to call him that.”

I shifted my weight and folded my arms. “Meaning ...”

“He deals with medicine, and herbs, things that our ancestors believed in. I think he can link you to a heritage, and if not, he’ll know someone who can.”

I started down the sidewalk, but he stopped me. “Zerk, is eccentric, Amara. He’s a little alarming. Don’t worry. He’s harmless.”

“Now, I’m worried he’ll steal my soul or something.”

“Nah, you’d need a sacrifice for that.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Dorran

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little freaked out. Not knowing what species my mate stemmed from was a little alarming. The way she seemed so oblivious to the fact she was floating floored me.

None of it mattered but she deserved to know her heritage.

Zerk’s house was on the edge of the kingdom land, past all of the shops and city life, tucked away in a wooded area.

“I’ve only been out here once,” Amara said, looking around at the giant oaks. “Sasha and I were looking for leaves for our class project.” She chuckled.

“Why is that funny, Little Mouse?”

She shrugged. “Because Sasha refused to step in any mud, and it had just rained. It took us an hour longer than it should have to get the leaves because we had to avoid any mud.”

“Do you miss Sasha?”

“Yeah,” she said, her gaze lifting to mine. I'd never know how her baby blues didn’t make every man kneel, but I’d pummel any man who even thought about kneeling in front of her. “Maybe we can invite her over for dinner.”

“That would work,” I said. “Pick a date, and we’ll get Toby to fly her up.”

“Oh, she’ll love that. She’s wanted a dragon since we were little. She’s obsessed with them. She’ll probably die of excitement on the flight up.”

“I’ll tell Toby to take her for a ride around the mountain first. We’ll make it worth her while.”

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