Dylan read, "'All believed the Red Dragon was dead, except for Nathaniel Moore. It didn't seem that fire could engulf a creature of fire. He held tight to the iron chains and, a few decades later, cattle became ill and died for no reason. He spied a woman, the same age and size as the devil creature that plagued them before. The color of her hair was obscured under a cap, but he declared, "It's her. She's the Red Dragon."'"
Evie groaned. Brantley thought Evie was being a worse audience than he was.
Dylan said, "You want to stop? We can do it tomorrow during the day."
That shook Evie to her sense. "I'm sorry." She put a lock of hair behind her ear. "I'm tired. Ignore me."
Brantley scooted to her side, but Dylan folded up the book. "Then you should go to bed," he said.
Evie shouted, "Never! The Red Dragon must prevail over the PC hypocrites!"
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The Lamb and the Gray Battle
FantasyEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...
