Page 11 of Demon of the Dead


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Amelia swallowed with difficulty. “I will.” Then, on impulse, she pulled her mother into a hug.

“Oof,” Katherine said. “You’re hard wearing all that.”

They both chuckled as they drew back. Amelia scratched at Alpha’s throat. “I suppose I’m off.”

Katherine nodded, composure fully restored. “I’ll see that the men get away in a timely fashion.”

“Good. They can call themselves whatever they like – but you’re my proper general.”

Katherine smiled, firm and sure now. “Be away with you, then, Lady Amelia.” She shifted her glance to Alpha. Pointed at him. “And you mind your mistress, young man.”

He snorted, and it was good as agreement.

Amelia mounted, took up her reins…and it turned out that a dragon leaping aloft was a great deal like a powerful horse leaping a hedge.

She was away.

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