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hard to their version of events and my senses had told me there
was both truth and lie in their story. I just couldn’t figure out which part
was which.
    I had accepted long ago that one of them had done it and it made me love
them just a little bit more. True friends have your back no matter what, and in
our world, which was fraught with danger, sometimes that meant getting your
hands dirty. It might seem a little harsh, but we lived in a kill or be killed
world, and I had no problem with death if it kept my loved ones safe.
    Jacob came back in from the kitchen, a thick, brown bread sandwich
clutched in his hand. “So what is our plan to find the prison now?” 
    Tyson leaned forward. “It’s taken us months to properly scour the forest.
It would take just as long to find the right underground area. We need more
information.” The wizard reached out and in a swift movement snatched Jacob’s
sandwich before throwing out a shield spell to stop his brother pounding him
into the earth. By the time Jacob broke through the barrier, the food was gone.
    “Focus.” Braxton halted their bitchfest before it started.
    Jacob continued to look murderous as he stared down the grinning Tyson.
    I blinked a few times, willing my eyes to stay open. “We need the trolls.
They rule the underground and they’ll know, either by the fact it’s spelled or
off limits, or because trolls are part of the secret keepers.”
    There were a few nods. Tyson started swirling magic in front of him.
“First thing tomorrow, we will see if we can snag ourselves a troll to chat with.” The wizard sounded a tad creepy when he spoke like that. I’d been saying
it for years, but if there was ever another supernatural war, the Compasses
were dead set going to be the cause.
    “I’ve got to get some sleep.” I was plenty relaxed now after the truly
orgasmic pleasure Braxton had induced in me with just a simple massage. “I’ll
see you all in the morning.”
    Three sets of eyes followed me as I started to drag myself down the hall
toward the room which was unofficially mine. I expected to be out the moment my
head hit the cloud-soft pillows, but it was then that all of the worries piled
in on me. How would the talk with my father go tomorrow? Would Lienda be there?
Could I truly accept a sister after all of these years thinking I was an only
child? What was with the dead fey and all of the council’s secrets? Could
Mischa be a dragon-shifter?
    Eventually I had to call on my wolf for help. Animals don’t sweat the
small stuff, acting mostly on instinct, and right now she knew we needed sleep.
Within moments my worries fuzzed away and the blissful release of sleep claimed
me.
    I wasn’t one for dreaming. Mostly I slept like the dead, and had no
memories of anything from the moment I closed my eyes until I opened them again.
But tonight I seemed to be mimicking my sister and was plagued with dreams of
dragons.
    The dream started out with my wolf running across a field, sunlight
glinting off her midnight black fur. The area didn’t look familiar but I wasn’t
afraid or curious. Then out of nowhere a dragon appeared above my head,
circling me a few times before coming to rest right in my path. I had no choice
but to stop, skidding to a halt about twenty feet from the massive animal. It
was a light blue color, the sun reflecting off the scales, and more delicate
than Braxton’s dragon form. I shifted back to human. I wasn’t surprised by this
appearance. Instead, anger flooded me.
    “What do you want?” I yelled, hands on hips.
    A thump behind had me spinning around. Another dragon was coming in at my
rear. One more thump and I was surrounded by three massive dragons. Shit, this
was not good. The dream world kept the panic at bay, but still every beat of my
heart seemed extra loud as I tried to figure out what was going to happen.
    “You must join us or die.” In the spot the original aqua dragon had stood
was Mischa.
    I shook my head. “I cannot