A Dragon Revealed
introduced as Valencia from New York or Ginna from Texas.”
    Michelle looked at her and she could see why instantly. Daisye was a true blue Southern girl, from the perfectly done hair and manicured nails to the flawless make up and the way she sat with her hands in her lap. How did she end up with a dragon? Michelle wouldn’t mind hearing that story. Hawke with the raven hair and the widow’s peak looked at her like she hung the moon.
    He picked up the hand of his wife and kissed it. “Because my love, you’re sweeter than the ripest Georgia peach in the summer sun.”
    Daisye smiled at Hawke. “My husband just saved you from being blessed out, Orin, king or not. Nice to meet you Michelle, we should have a girl day and you can tell me all about what you know about your family history some and Raven can add it to the archive.”
    “I only know stories my mother told me, if I find anything as I go through her home I’ll let you know,” Michelle replied.
    “Sounds good to me,” Daisye said.
    The doors to the room flew open and one of the biggest dragons she’d ever seen strode in. He was shirtless, barefoot, and wore old faded jeans. His shoulder length hair was literally frazzled and he looked like he combed his fingers through it one too many times. Even with his disarray he wore a big grin on his face and his green eyes were alight with happiness.
    “I have a son, Ginna has graced me with a handsome strong boy,” he announced proudly. “Y’all have to come see him, he is so freaking beautiful.”
    Everyone went to offer him congrats but Michelle stood back since it wasn’t her place.
    “Kalv this is Michelle, my half sister, daughter of Vatryn,” Orin said after Kalv hugged him a few times.
    “Come ‘ere,” he said and strode over to her. He picked her up in a bear hug and squeezed so hard that Michelle couldn’t breathe. “Nice to meet you, you’ll come meet Ginna and my boy.”
    “Umm, okay.” Michelle said. She liked him immediately and fell in step with Hawke. “Why did he talk like he was from a Texas roadhouse?”
    “His wife is a rancher from Texas and he’s picked up her mannerisms, including cursing,” Hawke explained as they trailed out of the room, following him down the various halls.
    “Ah,” Michelle said, nodding.
    Inside his set of rooms Michelle barely glanced around. She was figuring out quickly that the place was decorated in the same style but with different colors, and none of them were elaborately done. Robin Leach would have a field day with where Orin and his people called home. But looking at the rest of Paladin as she passed by no one seemed to lack for anything in this world. Kalv hurried them through to where his wife lay in bed. Her hair was pulled back from her face and she was literally radiating happiness with a smile from ear to ear. In her arms she carried a big baby wrapped in a blanket with a crest.
    She could only assume it was his father’s family crest. She had one in the meager possessions that her mother left her and it sat in a carved box next to her bed at the houseboat. Michelle averaged the baby had to be nine or ten pounds. Again the ache clutched her, and she actually had to force herself not to moan and crumple to the ground. She needed to talk to someone about what was going on. Beyond what her mother told her about a dragon cycle, Michelle had no clue how to stop the affects or the urge to find and be mated. She couldn’t fight a war where she was literally getting cramps and wanting to mate each time she saw one of the children or one of the warrior’s families. Maybe going back to Florida would be one way to counteract the effects until it was over. She pulled her attention back to the present where everyone was cooing over the new addition to the warrior family. Michelle stood back, not feeling like she was part of the bond and not wanting to break in where she may not be welcome.
    “Michelle, I was in the beginning of labor when Orin and

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