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“Sasha,” I laughed.

“Is it bigger than a normal guy?” She scoffed. “Why am I asking you? You’ve never seen a normal guy’s dick.”

“Hey!” I said. “I saw Jesse Peterson’s in gym class that one time and it’s nothing compared to Dorran’s.”

Sasha grinned. “Were you able to walk the next day?”

I pulled at a string at the end of my dress. “He was gentle with me,” I whispered.

Sasha gasped loudly and ran her fingertips against my neck. “Your mark. It’s beautiful, Amara. You’re marked by The Dragon Prince.”

“I know.”

Heavy footsteps neared, and Toby looked out of the balcony doors. “Dinner’s ready ladies.”

“Thanks.”

Toby winked at Sasha. “You ready to go eat?” she asked, standing up, and adjusting her boobs in her shirt. “How do my boobs look?”

I looped my arm through hers. “I really did miss you.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Dorran

“Tell me about your grandmother.”

Toby tossed a piece of chicken into his mouth. “What? We have other things to discuss. Firstly, about that luscious woman standing outside with your mate. How about we talk about her?”

Sasha was Toby’s type of woman. Curvy with a mouth. “I need you to tell me about your grandmother and the forest she talked about, Toby.”

Toby leaned back against the kitchen counter while crossing his ankles. “Dorran, I told you, she is losing her mind, I wouldn’t take anything she says seriously.”

My gaze shifted toward Amara’s shadow from the balcony. She needed to know for her sanity where she came from. “I’ll take my chances. Where is she now?”

“She’s still in a nursing home in The South Kingdom. She’s way far gone, Dorran. I think it’ll be a wasted trip, but I understand you want to find out her heritage. I’m curious too since she put me on my ass.”

“Did anything shoot from her hands? Wind? Streams of light like in the movies?”

Toby thought about it while sneaking another piece of chicken. “I didn’t see anything, though I wasn’t expecting it, so, I don’t know. I could try and scare her again.”

“Go get the girls. It’s time to eat.”

I sat the food on the table while Toby walked the girls into the dining room. Amara slid into the chair beside me and sniffed the food. “This smells so good. I can’t wait to taste it.”

“I’m sure it’s not as good as you.”

Amara’s eyes rounded. “You know that embarrasses me.”

“Do I?” I asked, passing the chicken pasta around the table.

“You will,” she said, reaching up and twisting my ear.

“You two are so damn cute it hurts,” Sasha said, staring at us over folded hands. “I mean, I’ve never seen Amara like this. I love it.”

“Me too,” I answered. “She’s been inventive lately. Showing me things she likes—,”

“Stop it now or I’m eating alone in my room.”

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