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SAM “Sam, please,” Gentry begged. “No,” I repeated for the hundredth time. I continued to search through my work desk, opening drawer after drawer. Now that Grayson was off with Pip for the day, I had to focus on our dragonborn problem. Fifi’s brother had to be coming for me. I was the one who created the disturbance that brought her here in the first place. I got the sneaking suspicion that Fifi wasn’t supposed to eat the flames and ember while leaving me alive for this long. The way Fifi avoided talking about her home or flippantly brushed them off as boring made me think she was a little more forgiving than her fellow dragonborn. “Sam, I need you to be reasonable here,” Gentry argued. “I said no, Gen. It is a reasonable response,” I informed him. I cursed under my breath as I sla