![]() ![]() It was a place where mixed-Clan dragons didn’t have to hide their true identity, so maybe the name wasn’t a bad choice after all. Of course they were building better housing, but that would take time. ![]() Sanctuary seemed like an ironic name for the old mining town with rundown cabins. All hybrids and disenfranchised dragons had been shuttled off to a town on the far side of the forest. Then there was the problem of her parents, or rather, how the Directorate was dealing with her parents. She had finally mastered the art of not flinching when people brought up her marriage contract to Jaxon, although she sometimes experienced a tic in her left eye. Whenever they were together, her grandparents constantly mentioned their impending marriage of doom. Not that she hated her former nemesis, but she didn’t want to spend all her free time with him, either. And the singular constant at these events had been Jaxon. Despite Bryn’s intentions to hang out with Clint and Ivy, her grandparents had kept her hopping from one Blue event to another. ![]() There had been far too many funeral pyres and not enough contact with her friends or her parents. It had been three months since the Rebel dragons had attacked campus…three months since Rhianna had died…three months since Bryn had released Valmont from being her knight…three months since it felt like she’d had her heart ripped out of her chest…three months since anything had seemed normal or right or good in the world. ![]()
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