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“Oh,” Geoffrey said. Then he repeated, “Oh.”

“If it’s not a parasite, what is it, then?” Hugh demanded.

Finch desperately wanted to vomit then lie down and sleep for a hundred years. Especially if

he got to sleep in a room with no dragons, no uptight butlers, and most of all, no uncomfortable

truths.

“It’s a baby!” Harrison exclaimed. “Finch doesn’t have a parasite—he has a dragonet. I’m so

excited! Congratulations, Hugh and Finch.”

Hugh looked stunned, and not at all in a good way. Finch sympathized. Having a parasite

seemed like a better option than having a Disgrace. He started to cry, which was so unlike him,

but he couldn’t seem to help the embarrassing tears that pooled in his eyes then fell down his

cheeks.

Everard patted Finch awkwardly on the shoulder. “There, there, inkwell. Don’t cry. This is a

good thing.”

Finch swiped tears away from his eyes. He wasn’t even sad, or not completely sad. Mostly he

was tired and frustrated and angry, but for some reason, that decided to manifest itself by

making Finch into a watering pot. “No, it bloody well is not. I’m pregnant.”

Hugh gasped, his lovely eyes round with surprise, then he fell down in a graceless heap.

“Hugh!” Finch let go of the desk and flew over to his collapsed dragon, half falling and half

sitting by his side. “Fix him,” he growled at Everard. “Now.”

“He just fainted,” Everard complained, but he knelt by his brother and straightened out his

limbs.

“I say,” exclaimed a new voice. “What on earth is going on in here? It sounds like the circus

has taken up residence in your study, Atticus.” The voice belonged to a man who was no doubt

a dragon and, by his coloring, an Amethyst at that. There was no mistaking his striking purple

eyes and dark hair. He wore a fine gray suit, the top few buttons of its shirt left undone, and

had his hands tucked casually into his pockets. Compared to Atticus, he was a young dragon,

but there was no telling his exact age. Not that Finch cared to. The only dragon he cared for

at the moment was the one who’d just collapsed.

“Oh, just a bit of family drama.” Atticus waved his hand dismissively. “I fear I may be in need

of another secretary, which is a shame because this one was fairly young and had beautiful

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