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“Jane? Jane?”
I wrinkled my brow and tried to bury myself deeper into the warm covers. “Not now, Grandpa. I’m having a funny dream.”
There was a soft chuckle. “What’s it about?”
A smile slipped onto my lips. “You’re a wizard and Grandma can talk to animals, and there’s this big dragon guy who’s kind of cute.”
“Am I?”
That voice. My eyes flew open and fell upon the grinning face of Caius. He stood behind my seated grandfather, and we all were in a small room with wood plank walls. My grandfather’s attire had changed. I sat up to gape at his appearance. Gone were the coarse pants and the large plaid shirt, and in their places were a pair of soft brown cotton pants a gray cotton shirt with shining brown buttons up the center. Over all of that was a blue-gray cloak that flo
