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I chuckle. “Donald likes treasure,” I tell her.
“Isn’t that kind of a stereotype? That dragons love treasure?”
“Not with Donald. He’s a hoarder, love, and he hoards gold.”
“You think he gave him gold to wait for us?”
“I think he made sure we got the message. All right, love. Fablestone awaits. Are you ready?”
Peggy offers me a kiss and then smiles up at me, again filling my heart with contentment.
“Ready,” she says.
Then we’re off.
Chapter Thirteen
Natalie
“What the hell is this?” The man says, storming into the office. Donald and I arrived aroun
d eight in the morning and spoke with a kind receptionist who assured us that we could wait in the clan leader’s office. I know without a doubt that the man yelling right now is the leader himself.
It might just be me, but he seems like kind of a dick.
“Good morning, Emerson,” Donald stands and holds his hand out.
Emerson looks at it for a second, and then back at Donald.
“Don’t be stupid,” he says, but just as Donald lowers his hand, Emerson grabs him and pulls him in for a hug. “It’s been a long time, buddy.”
“Too long,” Donald agrees hugging him.
“And who is this beauty?” Emerson asks, turning to me. I blush at the compliment. “Are you mates?”
“No,” I say at the same time Donald says, “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I squeak out, looking at him.
Now Donald blushes.
Emerson just chuckles.
“I’ll let you kids work that one out later,” he says. He holds his hand out to me. “Emerson,” he says. “And you are?”
“Natalie,” I tell him. “From the Fablestone Clan.”
He cocks his head. “But you’re human.”
“I was raised by dragons, sir.”
“We have a couple of humans here, as well,” Emerson says. “Happy to have you.” He moves confidently in the small office and props himself against the side of the desk. I’m not sure how he does that without the entire desk breaking, to be honest. He’s a big man: one of the biggest I’ve ever seen, and that desk is quite small in comparison to his body.
Emerson looks at both of us in turn, and then he speaks again.
“I think it’s fairly obvious this isn’t a social call, Donald. What can I do for you? My security team tells me you skipped boating in from Nellenston Harbor and instead flew directly over the waters to the island. That was a bold move on your part. You know there are poachers around here from time to time.”
Emerson seems concerned.
