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I arched an eyebrow. “A dragon? Like a fire-breathing fiend of old stories?”
“Of sorts,” he confirmed.
I looked him up and down. “Does the ‘of sorts’ mean the human shape you’re showing me right now?”
“Among others things,” he answered as he strode around me and toward the trees.
I scurried after him. “So I’m guessing flying is out of the question.”
“The change to my dragon form is. . .difficult,” he admitted and I could see the regret in his eye. “The effort weakens me and I’m unable to transform for quite some time.”
I nodded at his naked hand. “What about your hands?”
Shade dipped his clawed hand into his coat pocket. “That is. . .unchangeable.”
“So you can never change them into human hands or dragon hands?” I asked him.
His stride took on a stiffer motion. “Human.
