margin-right:0in">Benjamin, who had been standing at the far end of the table when we entered, made no attempt to sit. Only Lachlan moved. He walked around the table and took the seat next to me so it no longer looked like a standoff between the PCU and CPD.

“Are all of you dragons?” Sigmund continued with a grand sweeping gesture around the room. “Or just Dr. Brynmor?”

Slowly, my gaze traveled to each of the agents in the room. I barely noticed it at first, the colors that outlined their bodies. Not quite a glow, more like extremely faint backlighting. Both Victor and Ben’s were variations of red, Sigmund a sunny yellow, Emily’s was violet and Lachlan’s a deep coppery-silver. Even with the different hues it might have continued to go unnoticed if not for the differen...

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