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ears.
    “Oh, dear. They’re going to make such a mess of the hall. And after all of that restoration work we had done.” His mother lamented.
    “We’ll repair it, mum.” His heart pounded loudly. His hand tingled again. He should be helping her. He didn’t like the thought of having a woman protect him—he was all for women having equal rights as men, but it made him feel unmanly to have such a beautiful and fragile looking woman caring for him. She had to learn that he could help her.
    A resounding crash shook the floor. Screams of agony met their ears.
    Glancing over at his mother, his stomach fell at the look of fear on her face.
    “What if she loses?” Her change in mood was swift—for being so confident only
    moments before, she now faltered in her faith.
    His heart stood still. He didn’t know why—but he couldn’t allow that to happen.
    Maybe it was the fact that she was meant to be his—“Father, if you can’t go through a wall of fire—you can go around it, correct?”
    “Son, I don’t know what you’re concocting in your head—but stop. If you try to interfere you run the risk of ruining it completely. She’s in a fighting zone right now—
    she could hurt you without meaning to.”
    “She won’t hurt me. She’ll never hurt me. I’m under her skin … and in her
    heart.”
    “Now you are talking plain nonsense, Dylan. You can’t fall in love with a woman in only a matter of hours. Think rationally. You need to settle down with a nice little witch, and have nice little magical witches and wizards.”
    “Mother … just knock it off.”
    She gasped. “Dylan, if you carry on with her—I will, I will have to ....”
    “What? Disown me?”
    Heartbreak glistened in her brown eyes. She turned away from him. “Do what
    you have to do. You always have.”
    He nodded. Looking up at the ceiling, he slowly drew in his breath. “Here goes absolutely nothing.” Releasing his magic, he levitated himself up into the air and made himself intangible so he could float straight through the ceiling. He’d come back down right in the middle of the fray. “I’m a scholar not a fighter—I guess I’ll just have to learn a few new tricks.”
    “Good luck!” They all said in unison. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled.
    He drew his wand. He hadn’t used his wand to channel his magic for years—he had to use it now in order to amplify his powers. In order to do the sort of damage he intended to mete out, his firepower had to be on equal playing ground of the dragon shifters.
    He heard her voice in his head just before he phased through the ceiling. She’d been wounded. Yet, she still fought on. He admired her courage—he’d never met such a brave woman. She was going to protect him no matter what. In that instant, he found an entirely new kind of respect for her … and her people.
    As soon as he transported himself through the ceiling and turned himself solid again, he had the attention of the evil dragon shifters. He felt Grania’s surprise—
    concern—and rage all at the same time.

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    “No! Dylan!” She raced to put herself in front of him. He moved too swiftly for her—she was injured—he wasn’t.
    “Hi, Grania! How’s it going?” He tried to sound cheerful. At the sound of his cheekiness, she frowned. Evidently, she thought he’d just committed an unthinkable act.
    “My, my, it is quite hot in here, isn’t it?” he joked.
    “We have him. Take him, and retreat before we, too, feel the sting of her sword.”
    Silently, he assessed the situation. He saw three dragon shifters. Which meant she’d likely taken out half of their force. Admiration welled inside of him again. He definitely was being protected by one bad-assed dragon shifter—bad-assed, but oh, so, good. He was certainly glad she was on his side.
    Her sword dripped red blood. Dragon shifter blood. No bodies remained, since they had disintegrated in their death fire.
    “Say