The Dragon’s Captive – A BBW Dragon Shifter Erotic Story

The Dragons Captive - A BBW Dragon Shifter Erotic StoryGaruf the Ancient awakened with a splitting headache and a fairly large quantity of remaining ire. The vampires had refused to protect the last of his kind from the slayers. Betrayal most foul! That is what had sent him and the remaining dragons into torpor, and most assuredly had ended the alliance the two races had once shared.

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A thousand years must have passed, else he would not be staring up at the ceiling of the cavern into which he was currently sealed. But if the others were awake, why could he hear no sounds of movement in the outer cave? Why had a female not been sent to see to his needs?

No, the others could not possibly be awake. Which could only mean one of two things: a thousand years had not elapsed and he had awakened before his time, or something was very wrong. He hoped that it was not the latter of the two, for the loss of the last three hundred dragons currently in existence would be a bitter pill to swallow, to be sure.

For ease of movement more than anything else, Garuf shifted into his human form. He was a bulky, white man with long, bushy gold braids, much in the fashion of the ancient Nords he’d once been trying to fit in with. He found it a small matter to tear off great hunks of rock and pitch them to the side so he could step through the resulting hole.

The outer cave was silent and completely dark. The huge skeletons of many dragons littered the floor, but not nearly the numbers that he knew would be hidden in the walls themselves. These were the dragons who had not undergone hibernation right away because they were egg bound. His bond-mate, Teriasin, had been among them.

With a primal roar of anguish, Garuf rushed over to the nest she had made, but found it was empty. A large pile of bones that must belong to her decayed above the hole. He held onto one of the rib bones possessively as he cried, the pain of this loss embittering him further still.

In time, he knew that he needed to determine just who had survived. He methodically broke through every one of the two hundred and fifty sealed walls, but found no living ancient in any of them. With no other idea what to do, he next pulled every single egg from the nesting holes and cracked them open. All the females were dead, and only eight of the males were alive and at full maturation. Now, he needed only to awaken them.

Calling forth the archaic words of an ancient dragon counterspell, Garuf commanded the eight young dragons to awaken. As each one opened his eyes, all the knowledge of their people came directly into their minds, and they understood all that had transpired.

“Garuf the Ancient,” said Nicoladrius, who was the strongest among them. “You have our loyalty, and you have our fire. What is it you desire?”

Surging up into the greater majesty of his full dragon form, Garuf bellowed only one word in answer. It was the dragon word for ‘revenge’.

*****

“And now, ladies, if you will all get out of the bus in an orderly fashion, I would like all the sixth years to gather at the front of the school,” said Madame Carstairs as she looked over the busload of young women from South Dakota who were once again arriving on a sunny day in late August. Most of the young women in the bus were paranormals, or associated with them in some way—a fact which was becoming increasingly important these days.

As the forty young women filed off the bus, about half of them headed for the lines headed up by Madame Arulia and marched indoors in an orderly fashion, while a select group remained behind with Madame Carstairs to wait. Among them were some very important individuals, including princesses, ladies, and even the daughter of the famous ecologist who had finally determined the fate of the world over twenty years ago.

The Princesses, of course, were the daughters of the Jagger King, who had been elected to be the new ruler of America when the old government was dissolved after the chaos that followed in the wake of the Westhaven reports. Everleigh Westhaven had been the author, and it was her sad duty to inform the world that not only was the virus worldwide, it had also eliminated the production of Y chromosomes in every human male alive. There would never be another completely human male born, and the human females would be forced to either birth only daughters, or choose a mate from among the paranormals and become altered in order to birth a son.

Most of the human women born in America today were accepting of this fact, and knew that one day they would become one of the five paranormal types when they were ready to mate. Europeans had elected not to allow paranormals back into their country despite the threat of extinction, preferring to simply allow the human species to die rather than consort with such unnatural beings. It had, in fact, been over a century since they’d gone to drastic measures to rid their lands of the vermin, as they called paranormals, in the first place. The Extermination of 1932 still lived in infamy in the minds of everyone who had been involved.

The young women stood before a very old, castle-like structure nestled deep in the heart of a forest in Maine, not too far from Katahdin Mountain, just west of their location. For centuries this old place remained hidden from humans, and had catered only to magicians—beings who were much like humans in most respects but with an inborn ability to use magic. Back when the paranormals had been forced to live underground, most of the magicians had been rounded up and forced underground as well, but these three old women and their school had remained untouched.

Then eight years ago, when King Darius had unexpectedly been designated the new ruler of this paranormally enhanced America, the three women were quick to offer Oakenstaff School up as a place for a select group of young women to attend. They felt that a bit of magic existed in every type of human-like being, and even if they could not tap into it, each girl still could use a decent knowledge of the skills involved.

And so, ever since she was eighteen—the age when she should have become an adult but had instead been told she must wait till she was twenty-five along with everyone else—Kira Westhaven had gone to the magician school each fall. She supposed she’d learned a great deal more here than she would have done if she hadn’t come, but magic use did not appear to be a part of it.

“I wonder why they’ve got us out here,” said Kira to Princess Emily—her best friend in the entire world since the two had been babies.

“It’s difficult to say,” Emily replied, her dark brow raised delicately as she stood watching everything that went on around her. “Maybe a pep talk or congratulations on reaching the final year?”

“Yes, that would make sense,” agreed Kira. “Or she’s going to be a mean old witch and sort us all into different dorms now that we’re on the way out the door.”

“Bite your tongue,” Emily said. “I’ve only just become used to the seven of us as it is.”

“Well, I know you don’t like the fact that you were paired with several totally human girls like me, but—“

“Don’t be like that,” she grumbled. “You know I don’t care that both your parents are human. But Sharon and Mary are nothing like you if you haven’t noticed. You’re smart and resourceful, and you care about a lot more than the latest fashion trends, unlike that lot. Plus, it seems like most of the humans at this school were never able to master any kind of magic at all, whereas you have at least learned how to heal somebody every once in a while.”

“I’ve barely been able to master that spell,” Kira complained. “I don’t think humans were built to be practitioners of magic. Most of us haven’t managed to do any spells at all.”

“Which is weird when you consider this place is run by three old magicians who said their main goal was to spread magic use throughout the world,” Emily said. “I wonder why they continue to let any of you attend at all.”

“I suspect it’s entirely political,” Kira pointed out. “Most of these human girls are daughters of the old politicians who once ran the country, and still were running it back when they first began to attend. The old hags must know that sending the humans packing would piss off a lot of people. You’ll notice very few human daughters fill in the first and second year ranks, and they’d already been dwindling down among the thirds.”

“Don’t you suppose that’s because less of them were born?” Emily pointed out. “You’re a dying breed, my friend. Women aren’t bothering with the human males these days. I guess becoming a paranormal of some variety seems much more appealing.”

“It does,” she admitted. “But not just because one might wish to have a son. It just seems like paranormal men are so much hotter than human guys. Bigger, stronger, more handsome, and never lacking in purpose. Human males seem almost listless, don’t they?”

“Well, then if you consider there is no human male under the age of twenty-five living, I could see where someone might be more used to the paranormal ones,” Emily commented. “Besides, you’ve been living among them your entire life. Of course you would find them more to your tastes, since you don’t really know any human males to begin with.”

“Can’t argue with logic like that,” Kira smirked.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” called out Madame Tinker from in front of the bell tower as she floated about three feet above the hundred students who waited there. “It’s a pleasure to see all of you returning to Oakenstaff for one last school year. I’m sure that many of you are very excited to be approaching your adulthood, and maybe some of you have already become twenty-five. Either way, you must all understand that while under this school’s roof, you must continue to behave with the utmost decorum. Boys will not be allowed on school grounds, but those of you who have reached the legal age will be allowed to step out from time to time should you feel the need for a tryst. Just try not to become pregnant until after graduation if at all possible.”

Most of the girls groaned as Tinker chuckled at what she considered her little joke. Tinker was bad enough in general without trying to add in ‘grown-up talk’ now that they were supposedly old enough to hear it. Kira was doubly disgusted, since she had been forced to wait seven extra years to be considered an adult.

Emily laughed at the face she made. “Just four more months, Kira,” she whispered in her ear. “Besides, from what I can tell it hardly makes a difference. It hasn’t changed my life at all.”

“Darra is already engaged,” Kira pointed out.

“Yes, I know,” said Emily with a wrinkled nose. “To David Growler.”

Both girls burst into giggles at this. David Growler was something of a nerd, but he was also kind of cute. Kira and Emily had grown up with him as well, since he was the son of Nero Growler, and as such held in very high esteem. Most of the young ladies had had a crush on him at one time or another over the past twenty years or so, but it looked like Princess Darra would be getting the prize. Secretly, each of the gigglers was just a little jealous of the fact.

“What do you suppose Natalie had to say about that arrangement?” Kira chuckled. “You know that she and Darra don’t get on very well. Imagine having to share your brother with a hated rival. I’m sure glad I don’t have a brother, when I think on it. I’d hate to have a new sister I despised.”

“Darra means well enough, she just can’t please Natalie no matter what she does,” Emily excused her sister. “Besides, I don’t really think Natalie cares to get along with anybody at all, so it wouldn’t have mattered which of us our fathers chose in the end.”

“I suppose you’re right about that,” Kira agreed.

“Excuse me, I’ve spoken to you two three times now,” Tinker said sternly as she floated above the two young women’s heads. “I said, is this a conversation suitable to share with the rest of the class, or do you intend to save it for later? Clearly, it’s very juicy gossip indeed, for you to have so blatantly forgotten that we are, in fact, in the middle of an assembly.”

“Oh, sorry,” said both of them at the same time.

“I’ll see the two of you in my office when we are done here,” she decided. “Perhaps you can finish your very important discussion during your detention.”

“Yes, Madame Tinker,” they replied, suppressing groans of disgust. At least they wouldn’t be banging erasers together since they didn’t have chalk in them so early in the school year. Though, that did leave Kira to wonder what they’d be forced to endure instead.

The speech the woman had been giving did not last much longer, and everyone cheered as they began to file into the school and head for their dorms. Emily and Kira stood watching them for a while before they too headed inside, and straight to the main office where Tinker was sure to be awaiting them.

“Welcome to final year,” Emily grumbled just before they stepped inside. Kira nodded her agreement.

Inside the dark and dusty office, they spotted the old witch standing beside the hearth, stirring a brewing pot over an open flame. She looked at the pair of them as they stood, unmoving, near the sofa.

“You may be seated for now,” she said as she stepped over to them. “You’re going to need the rest before you begin.”

“Begin what?” asked Kira nervously.

“The bell tower could use a new coat of paint,” she replied. “You know I like it to be gleaming white, and I have noticed that it’s beginning to fade.”

“But Madame, that tower is thirty feet tall, and neither one of us is capable of flight,” Emily gasped.

“Perhaps not, but that just means it will take a bit longer for you to complete the task,” she replied. “You will, of course, be provided with a ladder and the paint, since you are incapable of producing either of those yourselves. Really, sometimes I wonder why we even allow either of you to return to Oakenstaff at all.”

“Yes, Madame Tinker,” the both said, bowing their heads in feigned shame.

“You may go now,” she said. “I’ll expect you to begin working on the tower just as soon as you’ve settled into your dorm. Oh yes, and by the way, Natalie Growler will be replacing Annika Ross there. Miss Ross shows great potential, while, magically speaking, most of your group has proven to be lacking. I’m sure you understand.”

“But Tinker, we already had to put up with Nat all summer!” Kira moaned. “We were looking forward to the break.”

“She is a troublesome minx,” Tinker replied. “She’s been in four other dorms over her four previous years here, and none of them has wanted to have her back the following year. Your dorm is mostly filled with people from the Black Hills area anyway. You, at least, will be used to her. Besides, it’s only this year that you two will have to tolerate her at all, is it not?”

“Yes, Madame,” they both sighed.

“You may go,” she said then, and turned back to her brew dismissively.

The girls needed no further enticement to leave as quickly as possible, before the old woman turned with something else to say. She had said more than enough already, as far as they were concerned.

Wordlessly the two made their way to their dorm with their bags, and when they opened the door each of them dropped them. Emily tossed her own onto her bed, but Kira stopped short when she found her own bed already occupied.

“Excuse me, Natalie, but you’re sitting on my bunk,” she said as politely as she could.

“I must always have the bed beside the door,” she replied stubbornly.

It was obvious from the looks on the other girls’ faces that they had already been unsuccessful in their attempts to get the girl out of Kira’s bed, and Natalie’s inscrutable face made it even more clear what opinions she’d offered in return. Rather than escalate any further unpleasantries, Kira chose the greater part of valor and tossed her belongings onto the open bunk instead. The two other humans occupying the room sighed with relief.

“That,” said Kira, indicating the bed and her belongings upon it, “is your one concession you’ll get from me, Natalie. In this dorm, all of us cooperate. We don’t favor Emily, and we’re not going to favor you. Remember that.”

“You think you’re better than me just because my fathers created the viruses, don’t you?” she snapped. “Well, your mother’s the one who couldn’t manage to save to world, isn’t she? She was never able to do anything even to slow down the spread. That’s how awesome my fathers are.”

“Emily’s Jagger father is the ruler of America, and you never see her bragging about it,” Kira said. “We girls don’t concern ourselves with what our parents are capable of, but what we can do for ourselves. So what exactly makes you special?”

Natalie smirked. “I can fling mud in your eye!” she sneered, and magically did just exactly that.

“You little bitch!” Kira shouted as she moved into the bathroom to wash it away.

The other girls all ganged up on Natalie, shouting their opinions of what she’d just done. It was heartening to Kira in a way, knowing that every girl in that room cared enough to defend her. But she knew better than anyone that she needed to deal with Natalie and her behavior for herself. The girl was a menace, but surely she must have some redeeming qualities as well.

“That will be enough of your behavior, Natalie,” she said as she motioned for the others to stop. “I may have kept you from your fate this time, but if I were you I’d not try my patience again. Next time, I’ll just let the others have you.”

“So you’ve got the whole lot of them in your pocket as well, have you?” she scoffed. “A mere human, and all these paranormals simply bending to your whims. It’s pathetic, really. You’ve no idea how disgustingly loyal they truly are. You should have seen their faces when I first set down my bags. As if the world was about to end. I don’t know what you’ve done to earn their hearts, but I can guarantee that you won’t have the same from me.”

“Your loyalty is not nearly as important as your cooperation,” said Kira. “Whatever you do wrong, it will cause all of us to be punished, not just you. I don’t know how that was handled by your other houses, but in here we have ways of getting even when one bad egg tries to ruin the batch.”

“Is that some sort of threat?” she growled.

“Oh no, indeed not,” she smirked. “Only an observation. One which I hope we won’t have to prove to you.”

“Well, I heard you two have detention,” she said with a smirk. “Isn’t there someplace that you’re supposed to be going?”

Kira and Emily grimaced, and rolled their eyes at each other.

“She’s right, we do have to be going for now,” Emily said dryly.

“Yes, but let us hope there are no more unfortunate incidents here during our absence,” Kira added. “I should think that every one of you ought to be prepping for tomorrows’ classes. We’ve got a big day, and you know how very grueling the assignments tend to be.”

“Ugh!” the other girls groaned.

Even Natalie couldn’t help but agree with that last statement. “Thank goodness it’s only my fifth year,” she added. “It won’t be half as difficult for me.”

“Fifth year’s much worse than third or fourth, Nat,” Lyssa-Rose told her. “I wouldn’t think you’re getting much of a break, if I were you.”

Dragons Captive paranormal shifter romance“Ah, Goldeneye, glad to see you’re in here,” she said. “At least one of the girls in this dorm is likely to take my side sometimes.”

“Sorry, Nat, but in here there are no sides,” she said sternly. “In here, we all work for each other. There’s no better way to get the job done. We all must keep the room clean, help each other with homework, and offer encouragement instead of ire. That chip on your shoulder will finally have to come off.”

“Then I am truly on my own,” she said with a heavy sigh. “So be it. But do not think I’ll look upon any of you kindly after this day.”

Chapter 2

“Nicoladrius, I will leave you in charge during my absence,” Garuf said to the strongest of the eight hatchlings who stood at attention before him. “Continue training the others in the hunt and in combat maneuvers. I wish to discover the whereabouts of those betraying vampires so we can settle the score.”

“But Garuf, you have sensed no trace of them in all of Carpathia,” he said. “You did not find them in any part of the mainland, nor on the big islands where so many humans dwell. Where do you plan to look for them next?”

“That’s something I like about you, Nico,” he smirked. “Always thinking. I’ll tell you what I intend to do. I have been observing the humans these last few months as you hatchlings have grown ready, but now that you’ve trained your bodies to do all that a dragon must, it is time to act. I will transform myself into human form, don their clothing, and ask them where we might ultimately find our missing prey.”

Therumpiul stepped forth. “My Lord, what if you are harmed?”

“Do not concern yourself with that,” he grumbled. “It would take more than twenty humans who knew that I was a dragon and what vulnerabilities to take advantage of to harm me. And I do not intend for any of them to be aware of my true nature, so it is of little concern.”

“Great Father of the Old Ones, we shall miss you while you are gone,” said Aramaues as he bowed at his feet. “I pray you will swiftly make your return to us.”

“All of you, please,” said Garuf then. “I do understand your concerns, truly. But it is something that must be done. The old rift must be set to rest. We cannot allow the vampires to continue to exist without receiving any sort of punishment at all. I must go, and you must await my return. Be at peace, young ones. It is simply the nature of our world.”

All eight young men gathered closer to their master and embraced him, making the old one laugh. Then, without another word, Garuf reformed into a mighty dragon and flapped out the huge opening at the top of their cave, taking to the sky. He did not land again until he was nearing the ancient dragon haunts in the land now known as France.

There, he shifted to his human form and accosted the first male human large enough to suit his needs. His clothing fit to a perfection, and the man conveniently had a heart attack and died, so he hadn’t even required killing. This was a good omen, in Garuf’s eyes.

When he was clothed, he took the pocketknife he found inside one of the pockets and carefully avoided the blade as he used it to hack off large amounts of his hair, taming it down to something more similar to the style the other man wore. Then he attempted to enter the mind of the fallen human, whose brain might not be fully dead, to see if there was anything he could learn. The language seemed almost familiar to Latin, yet too many differences made it more difficult to discern. In the end, he figured he would have to pick the brain of a living specimen instead if he hoped to communicate at all.

Assuming that mankind must lie in the direction from whence this peasant-looking creature had come, Garuf turned and walked the path using a gait similar to the one he’d seen the other man employ, and soon came upon a small village. He stepped inside one of the buildings that appeared to be occupied by plenty of people and cast his eyes around, taking it all in.

These people were using some strange sort of lighting that was recessed into the ceiling. He was fairly certain it couldn’t be based on fire, as that would have caught the ceiling and burned the place down. But weird lighting was not the reason he was here. He needed to snag a living human and take their memories if he hoped to learn anything helpful at all.

Since his other appetites had not been seen to upon waking, he selected a pretty female, intending to assuage more than one problem during their interview. She was dressed in a rather provocative attire, and she appeared to have been drinking heavily as well. He knew just how to sober her up before he got down to business. When he smiled at her, she spoke in the weird language he had yet to learn, so he blatantly brushed a hand along her cheek and held it there. She couldn’t move for the few moments it took to read her mind.

“Not to frighten, sweet, but you’ve left me rather hungry, wearing that,” he told her.

“Oh, no, Monsieur, you are not frightening in the least,” she giggled. “I would love to help you tame your beast. I have a place not too far from here if you would like to go?”

“Lead the way,” he said in a silky tone. He followed her out, thinking that if she pleased him well enough he would leave her alive to bear the fruit of their upcoming interaction. The world was sorely in need of dragons anyway, and the process of impregnation would change the woman to a dragon, so by the time her children were born she would have already regained the ancient memories and taken herself off to a cave to birth them.

*****

When Garuf returned a few days later he seemed to be chomping at the bit. His stern demeanor as he transformed held the attention of his eight charges almost as much as his new hairstyle. The young dragons played with the hair as he stood before them, making the ancient laugh at their curiosity.

“I think we should all do our hair in this manner,” he told them then. “When we go out and mingle among the humans, it will be much less conspicuous than our long and lovely locks. Everyone, pick a partner and begin cutting. I want all of you to look presentable, for we are about to embark on a long journey once all the preparations are made.”

“A journey, my lord?” Therumpiul inquired.

“Through a great deal of thorough investigative work, I have learned that there are no vampires on the entire continent,” Garuf explained, smirking at the memory of the work in question. “In fact, I have learned there is only one place where we might find any other paranormals at all, and that is on the continent west of here. There we must go, and when we arrive, we must dig in, and dig in deep. We will need a strong defensive position if we wish to start trouble with the vampires. And we do, indeed, wish to do so. They have much to atone for.”

“But Great Father, can we not simply demand recompense?” Nico wanted to know. “We do not need to eradicate the race, when their only crime was inaction in our time of need.”

“Betrayal!” Garuf shouted. “Betrayal most foul! If they had fallen upon the first interloping humans who came to destroy our people, the others would have thought better than to follow in their steps. At least it is no longer common knowledge how our people might be slain—at least, not that I am aware.”

“Very well, then,” Nico conceded, even though he completely disagreed with him. He turned and allowed Therumpiul to cut away the bulk of his reddish hair, feeling almost naked once it was gone. With a heavy sigh, he denuded his clutch-mate as well, listening to Garuf going on and on about the past as he did so.

“There was a time when dragons freely roamed the land, both by day and by night, while the vampires could not abide the sun and asked the dragons to help them with daylight tasks. In exchange, the vampires brought the dragons maidens and meat. It was a good time. Then the slayers began to appear. They came to us in the dead of night, when the vampires should have been there for us, but they did not stop them. They killed us with forged iron, for just as iron is deathly to most of the fae, so too it can kill the dragon. Remember that, for I do not know the types of weapons that have been forged since we disappeared. They could be even deadlier than they were in the past.”

“Do you believe that anyone will try to destroy us now?” asked Citriol with a vague sense of unease.

“Of course they will want to,” Garuf told him. “Dragons have long been considered the scourge of the earth. I do not doubt that people will continue to believe this to be true.”

“Then maybe we should arm ourselves with forged weapons as well, to stave them off?”

“We have no need of such devices ourselves,” Garuf scoffed. “Your own claws in your dragon form are stronger than anything they could possibly create. And now, the final lesson, children. You must learn to transform, or we will never be able to make it all the way to the land called America.”

“Amer—America?” Nico asked. “I had a dream about that place last week. I dreamed we set it afire.”

“And well we might, lad, if things do not go the way we’d like,” Garuf scoffed. “Never forget, Nico, that after fire there always comes rebirth.”

“Yes, sir,” he answered softly.

“Now everyone, tap into your memories for the spell you need,” said Garuf then. “Transform into your full dragon forms.”

Each of the eight hatchlings had been partially shifting to train anyway, but the creature they’d become was only the size of a man, and the smaller wings were useful only for gliding. They easily shifted into the full dragon form now, growing much bigger and sprouting the jaws and claws. They all roared their mighty roars and took to the sky, trying out their full-sized dragon wings for the very first time.

“Yes, lads, that’s the way!” said Garuf triumphantly. “Now, let us see who among you can master the art of breathing fire.”

Throughout that afternoon and into the next day, the fledglings learned the art of being powerful dragons. And then, once Garuf felt they were ready, he gathered them together and they got into a triangular formation and took to the skies, beginning their long journey across the sea.

*****

Kira’s troubles with Natalie had only just begun. It seemed like she believed that here, away from the watchful eyes of their parents and nannies, she could do as she pleased without fear of reprimand. She went out of her way, whenever possible, to pass the blame onto one or all of her dorm mates, pretty much alienating them all within just a few short weeks.

“Clean it up, Natalie!” Kira hissed when the morning of inspection day had arrived, and the spiteful girl had left their entire dorm looking like a complete disaster area. She had used a mud charm to spread filth all over the place, and then knocked several items into it with a laugh that had awakened the others.

“You can clean it yourself, if you think you have the time,” she smirked. “I’ve better things to do than menial chores such as those.”

“But if we don’t pass inspection, we won’t be allowed to go on the field trip into the forest,” Mary complained. “I bought a new dress especially for the occasion.”

“Wait, you’re planning to wear a dress into the forest?” Emily scoffed. “And probably heels as well? You really don’t have a clue, do you?”

“Silly, I’ve been to the forest before, I know you can’t wear heels,” she said with a grimace. “But since I have no intention whatsoever of getting dirty, a dress is far and away not out of the question.”

“Suit yourself,” Emily replied with a shake of her head. “But I’d be watching out for bushes and brambles if I were you.”

“As if you could ever be brought so low,” Mary chuckled. “I know what you think of me, a human, being a member of this school. But I earned the right to be here—“

“Your Daddy bought your way in—“

“—fair and square. And if this was only about my father, who was no longer in a position of power at the time, I don’t think I’d even have been let in at all.”

“It doesn’t matter how she got in,” Kira reminded each of them. “We’re not going to get outside unless we do something about this.”

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