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Falcyn laughed. “And why is it that I think there’s a little more to it than you’re letting on?”

“Again, he’s not so bad. You just have to understand where he’s coming from. We’re all creatures of the hell that birthed us. Are we not?”

“True.” Falcyn stepped back as one of the dragons approached them.

“Are the sanctuaries ready?” he asked Shadow.

Shadow nodded. “They’re being prepared.”

“Thank you.”

“Our pleasure.”

He placed a kiss on Xyn’s cheek, and Falcyn then turned toward Shadow. “Can I beg a favor?”

“Shoot you in the head? Sure.”

Falcyn rolled his eyes and ignored that comment. “Can you get me back in, near my son?”

Shadow made a truly spectacular sound of scoffing disbelief. “And what level of special stupidity have you achieved, dragon? I know you took a significant hit to the head, but didn’t realize it’d given you brain damage. Should we get you a CAT scan? Dog scan?”

“Ha ha. And I’m serious.”

“Yeah … so am I. I actually like having my bollocks attached to my body. While I don’t get to use them as much as I’d like, I still prefer the comfy feeling of having them there over the alternative of seeing them in a jar on my desk.”

“Then you’ll help me or I know what to attack.”

A tic started in Shadow’s jaw. “Really hate you, dragon.… Fine. But if you’re caught, I don’t know you. Never saw you and I have no idea how you got there. And I’m sending Lombrey to rescue or kill you, whichever.Hischoice.”

“How have you managed to live so long without anyone killing you, again?”

“Told you, I’m fast on my feet.” Shadow sighed. “So when do you want to partake of your suicide?”

Falcyn glanced around his crowded home. “Now would be a good time. It’ll keep me from freaking out over my OCD.”

Xyn scowled “OCD?”

“Overpopulated Communal Den.” He pointed to the group. “Get rid ofthatwhile I’m gone.”

She rolled her eyes at her brother. “Ugh, you big baby. You never did learn to share!”

“Oh, that’s not true. I learned to share pain and misery early on.”

“No, no. You learned to deliver pain and misery.Bigdifference. Being a carrier and deliverer isn’t the same as sharing,m’gios.Do not confuse those terms.”

“You’re determined to annoy me, aren’t you?”

Xyn smiled. “Always. Aren’t you glad now that you woke me?”

“Thinking I should have overlookedyourstatue.” Falcyn growled in the back of his throat. “Blaise! Why did we wake Xyn again?”

“You missed her!” he called out across the room.

“I lied!”

Xyn pushed him toward Shadow. “Go on and take him before he has a nervous breakdown. Or I kill him.”

Medea laughed. “C’mon, dragonfly.”