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Caius’ eyes widened. “What are you saying? That the body isn’t there?”
“You know it isn’t there!” Gargan snapped as he marched down off his men and up to Caius. The pig was a half a head shorter than the dragon, but his puffed cheeks and flared nostrils made him look nearly as big. “Now where is it?”
Caius shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Gargan sneered at him before he spun around to face Bee. He marched up to her and grabbed her hair. The porcine yanked her down onto her knees beside him and drew out his saber. He pressed the blade against her throat before he looked up at Caius. “I’ll ask just once more: where is the body of the dragon elder?”
“I said I don’t know!” Caius insisted.
Gargan pressed the sharp edge against Bee’s throat and she winced. A thin cut appeared and blo
