One moment, Megan seemed like she was enjoying the desserts with him, the next her skin changed from beet-red to pale. Was she thinking about the dragon she'd seen? He was complete in his golden-scaled form. There was no way she could connect him to what she'd seen. And she hadn't gone insane shouting about monsters so she must have dismissed his mistake as a mirage or stress.

Except she stared at him in such an odd way that made him wish he could read minds.

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