Chapter 18 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

By six in the morning, the dragon described in three surrender forms as destructive, uncontrollable, and possibly cursed was asleep beside Mira Lark’s proofing oven.

Clove had found the warmest patch of tile within ten minutes of arriving, circled twice, and settled there with one wing loose agains...

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