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She’d get to be part of his life for as long as he let her be.
That last one was probably anathema to today’s feminists, but she couldn’t help the way that appealed to her. In such a short time, he’d oddly become her center.
Even arguing with the stubborn man was exhilarating.

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Alliance has come for the only family she has left. It’s a good thing she was raised by dragons, because the only one who can help her save them is a traitor she’d be smart to fear.
Especially when his dragon decides she’s theirs.

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Rune studied the woman across from him. He stayed in the shadows deliberately, keeping his distance.
The grainy image distorted by ice and rock and weathering hadn’t done her justice. Even now, awareness tightened in his belly as he took in a gamine face made more piquant by the short cut of her dark hair. Like a human-sized pixie had magically poofed into his domain. He practically expected to see a trail of glitter in her wake. Large peridot-colored eyes gazed back at him, light green and shockingly vibrant against lightly tanned and freckled skin, putting him in mind of new leaves in the spring.
Hadyn… The name suited her. It meant little fire, and she had to be a firecracker to come chasing him up here alone.