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... ical to Lyanna’s.
My dragon went absolutely wild.
I shifted before I could think, red scales exploding across my skin, flames building in my throat. This bastard—whoever he was—had just claimed MY mate. Mine. The word thundered through my brain like a war drum.
"Cassian, don’t!" Lyanna’s words cut through the rage.
I didn’t listen. Couldn’t listen. I threw myself at the gray-haired man with everything I had. My claws aimed for his throat. My fire would turn him to ...
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