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“Do you understand everything we say?” I ask.

He pecks at YES.

“Can you shift back?”

He pecks UNSURE.

“Is it because you’ve been in shifted form for too long?”

UNSURE.

Savage says, “Maybe it’s because he’s been away from his flock for too long.”

Eugene pecks UNSURE.

I sit back in my seat with a huff, because we’re getting nowhere. Savage brightens. “I know! We need those buttons with common words recorded onto them so he can press them and talk to us. They use them for clever dogs.”

Eugene lets out an affirmative croon.

“Savage, that’s actually a really good idea.” I grin at him. Lyle had been trained with them when he was a cub from what I’d seen in his memories.

His cheeks turn pink.

It’s at that point that Minnie comes jogging up to us, with excitement in her eyes and what looks like an ancient tome in her hands. “I’ve found something!”

Chapter 78

Lyle

Aurelia and Minnie practically run through the door of my classroom after my Saturday morning remedial class. They’re both bright-eyed and bushy-tailed; the picture of giddy excitement. It makes me smile. It makes me want to grab my regina and hide her in our bed where I can covet her forever.

Minnie boldly slams an old book onto my table. It’s more than a thousand pages long, the cover faded beyond recognition of the art, and the gold lettering chipped. It’s also saturated with the scent of dragon.

“I found information on the Boneweavers,” Minnie says proudly.

“Where did you get this, Miss Devi?”

Aurelia rolls her eyes at my propriety, but Minnie’s cheeks turn pink. “Oh, at the back of the library near the…older texts. You know the ones no one ever goes looking at? All dusty and cobwebby?”

There is a strong likelihood that she’s lying, but if she obtained it by nefarious means, in this case, I approve.

“Basically,” Aurelia says, “I am required, under the advice of this book, to have plentiful sex.”

“Really?” I arch a brow.

Minnie makes an amused sound. “For scientific purposesofcourse,” she says sagely. “The Boneweavers of old used their mates to help soften their magic, as it were. It’s where our modern power sharing comes from.”

“They used their mates as a vessel to help contain their substantial power.” Aurelia nods.

She then whips out a stapled stack of papers, still warm from the printer, and presents it to me with a flourish. “Since you are my official legal advisor from my murder trial and all that, you will look over this for me and obtain the signatures from the relevant parties.”

Both young ladies look very pleased with themselves, and there’s an air of great satisfaction over them.

I accept the document and try not to raise my brows at the title. Instead, I frown over it like I’m uncertain. “Hm. I’m not sure if you can afford my legal fees, Miss Boneweaver. I charge a pretty penny these days.”

“I’ll pay a pretty pennyandmore,” she growls at me.

Quick as a whip, I snatch up her chin between my fingers and lean us both forward, my lips brushing hers. “Did you just growl at me?”

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