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Reborn To Save My Dragonkin Mate

Chapter 10 

Word Count: 1347    |    Released on: Today at 10:42

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familiar, sharp scent of lavender soap, crushed valerian

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s clutching the fabric of her mantle so tightly

guilt of watching Emmett burn, and the agonizing weight o

nic. "Giana, look at me. What happened? Who hurt you? Did one of the wards c

my tears, shaking my head violently a

a-seemed to shatter

ld, since I had decided that cold formality and ari

tantly, her arms cl

icured hand coming up to cradle the back of my head, pressing my face into h

husky and tight. "Hush now, darli

from the curious stares of the gatekeeper gargo

arriage was a masterclass in h

table Extension Charm into a spacious, circular drawing room lined with velvet banquettes

ons, reached into a rosewood cabinet, and produced a ste

it into my s

her hazel eyes were dark with worry as she sat opposite me. "And then you are going

breathing in the steam, using the heat to fo

tell her

ackward through time by the grace of a shattered memory basin, she would have

cloth, balling

off with Colin,"

eyebrows

ith the cold, analytical gaze she usually reserved

gging me for fifty Glowgolds to buy him tha

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speak for a

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s her sharp features, though she masked it in

rk in the transport ministry anyway. His lineage is overblown

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hard work was an embarrassment. For pretending that the gold that pays for my tutors and my robes fe

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the first time in my life, I saw her lips par

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aching across the table and taking

d in surprise, but

al resorts with the other house girls. I want you to teach me the business. The ledger,

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nd fell in a lon

t with unshed tears that she stubbornly blin

register, though her thumb gently stroked the back of my knuckles. "The Council ministers will try to cheat you, the

ing, indolent younger brother who was currently

our proprietary wolfsbane distillation matrix to our fiercest comp

with fierce, protective resolve. "Which is why you

smiled

, the polished, razor-sharp

f a mother who had just realized

my hand in return. "All right, my girl

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tles to fight

uarding my mother from the

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rom my pocket, my fingers tracing the

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Reborn To Save My Dragonkin Mate
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“I forced my destitute Dragonkin fiancé to sign a severance contract right before the Triad Tournament. I told him my future had no room for a disgraced boy whose family owed blood debts to dark alleys. But when a maddened dragon broke its chains and unleashed a wall of white-hot fire toward the student stands, he didn't run. He abandoned his chance at glory, vaulted the stone barricade, and threw his frail body directly over mine. I watched his flesh blister and his worn robes turn to ash as he shielded me from the inferno. His blood boiled as it dripped onto my face. "Run," he gasped in my ear, before the flames took him completely. For months, I obsessively relived his death in a Pensieve, suffocating in guilt in an empty house. I realized every milestone of my youth was paved with his blood and silent protection, while I had treated him like absolute garbage. Why did he sacrifice everything to save a woman who threw him away like trash? When the memory basin violently shattered from my grief, I opened my eyes to find myself sitting in my second-year magic classroom. Emmett walked in, looking heartbreakingly young, wearing his faded robes and a painfully guarded expression. This time, when the aristocratic students snickered and expected him to hide in the shadows, I stood up and blocked his path. "Sit with me," I told him, refusing to let go of his scarred wrist.”