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    “You’re both crazy then.”
    “Perhaps, but I’ll be doing more than just dancing tonight. I’ll give him what you’ve refused to.”
    “He’ll see right through you.”
    Helsin smirks. She picks up a small vial of the vanity, full of a light pink liquid. “When I kiss him with this on my lips, he won’t be able to resist me, and I’ll get what I want from him. There’s nothing you can do about it. I’ll be back to set you free when I’m done. I’m not a monster, after all.”
    The memory fades again. “That night she conceived Aibek. We were eighteen. Your father doesn’t remember any of it; selective amnesia is a side effect of the potion she used. We didn’t see her again until Aibek was a year old.”

Spearwood Recoil

    I have so many questions for them, but I don’t even know where to begin. We should be coming up with an idea of what we’re going to do next. We can’t sit around here like ducks, waiting for the hunter to come by. We need to prepare, and right now, I have no clue what we should do next.
    A massive roar nearly shakes the house. I would recognize the sound anywhere. It came from my own throat before. A large shadow falls over the lawn out front, and another roar sounds off in the distance, and then another. More shadows fall, until nothing but darkness has spread over the Orchard. Dragons encircle the land. Why are they out in the open? How did they know where we were?
    “I don’t know what’s happening, but make sure they don’t get Avalon,” Maverick says.
    I swallow hard. They must be followers of Aibek; otherwise, they never would’ve come here in their dragon forms where the Norms can see them.
    A fire-orange dragon lands on the lawn. It lowers its head and looks in at us with large grass-green eyes. Smoke billows from his nose. It rushes through the screen door, filling the house with sulfuric odor.
    The guys shield me. Igraine and Elex stand by my sides. I wish they didn’t have to guard me as if I’m a fragile doll who can’t take care of herself. I don’t want them to get hurt because of me, and they always do.
    The orange dragon shifts back into his human self. A young man, maybe college level, stands before us with a sneer plastered on his pointed face. His green eyes analyze each one of the boys. 
    “I’m Jericho Norse. I’ve been sent with my comrades to retrieve you rouges and take you back to Spearwood where you will receive your punishment for insubordination. The new king Aibek’s advisor, Oliver Roseman, will be overseeing it all personally. You should feel honored.”
    “You’ll have to kill us, if you want to take us back there!” Dante snarls.
    Jericho cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders. The guys get into ready stances. “That can be arranged. We just need the girl and her twin alive. We have no orders to keep the rest of you alive.”
    The other dragons flying above him transform in mid-air and land on their feet in the grass. Eight of them total, and there’s ten of us. It’s basically an even playing field, if they’re at the same skill level as the boys. They might be better than some of them, though. It could go either way. 
    The group of young men run at the house, crashing through the side of it and obliterating the wall. I wince. My heart aches, witnessing my childhood get destroyed.  The fighting begins in the blink of an eye. Igraine pulls me back to the far wall behind us and steps in front of me. We’re the same height. I can see over her shoulder.
    All the guys have their arms transformed up to the shoulder, using the bone spikes on their forearms as weapons. The college men hold their own, neither side backing down, as more of the house takes the brunt of it with missed punches and kicks. Horace and Amr are the first two to fall unconscious. Elex transforms into his dragon form; Maverick, Paden and Dante follow him. They aren’t as big as my form, but they still manage to destroy the upper level and the rest