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On the couch in the lounge, Orien was in his baby dragon form—tiny tail sticking straight up like a flag in surrender, hind legs splayed awkwardly, wings drooping to the sides as if life had already given up on him. His face was completely squished into the cushions, so all Riley could see was the curve of his back and a twitching tail that looked more like an involuntary spasm than anything deliberate.
For a split second, Riley’s heart leapt into his throat. ...
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