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(9) Grasping on Straws
His hand grabs around Grones’s collar. My body is frozen from shock as the scene unfolds in front of me. Smoke filters out of the ends of Maex’s lips, and I know enough of Draconi biology to know what that means. He’s going to shift. “What?! Your little b***h—” Grones didn’t have a chance to finish. The sound between ripping flesh and thunder. I feel the air is knocked out of me as the last sight I’d ever see are iridescent silver scales pushing me off my feet and into the far wall. Then everything went dark. I gasp. My eyes flying towards Maex’s face, where I’m relieved to not see smoke, but his hand is already digging into Grones’s metal armor. “No!” I push my wooden limbs to jump at Maex’s arm. “Please, let him go!” Maex
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