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The… dragonet?
Static fizzled behind his eyes. All of a sudden he remembered why he’d woken up lips to the
floor.
Finch was pregnant.
He was going to be a father.
The strength left his legs and he crumpled to the floor in a heap. The last thing he heard was
Atticus, who tapped his cane gleefully on the floor. “Excellent. Another Drake dealt with. I
suppose in light of the situation, we should invite the doctor in next.”
Finch
Finch looked down at the dragon collapsed at his feet and sighed. It was very much like Hugh
to faint. Twice. For little reason. At least time hadn’t changed him. It was a small consolation
during an otherwise trying time.
“Is it common,” Finch asked the room in general as he sank to Hugh’s side, “for dragons to
faint this often? It seems the sort of thing I’d have heard about if it were.”
Hugh might have fainted, but he was conscious enough to bury his face against Finch’s
stomach once Finch had pulled him into his lap. Finch’s heart skipped a beat, and he took to
stroking Hugh’s hair very gently, emotionally exhausted, but enamored all the same.
Everard, who’d entered the room upon hearing the commotion, smirked. “Ah, no. Things have
been unusual since your untimely departure, notebook. Hugh went a little…”
“Mad,” Geoffrey concluded with finality. “He went bloody mad and stormed about, breaking
treaties and trying to sneak into other dragons’ hoards. Wouldn’t listen to a lick of reason. He
still insists you were kidnapped, despite my assurance hundreds of times to the contrary.”
“Running from your problems, boy?” Atticus whistled low. “I should have known. You can’t run
from your mate, you know. Most don’t try—why would they? But the one or two who’ve tried
over the centuries were found soon enough by their dragons and brought home. You do realize
you’re part of his hoard, don’t you?”
Finch looked at Hugh, who was either still out cold or a truly spectacular actor. “I’m not his
mate.”
Atticus snorted. “What rot. Youngsters these days, I do declare. What can they be thinking?”
Finch lowered his gaze and watched his fingers glide through Hugh’s hair. Yes, he loved Hugh
