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“What are you saying?” The chief of police looked terrified.
“Draco is a fire-breathing behemoth, bigger than this room, brutal
and powerful and completely irrational. You, a mere girl—you
wouldn’t stand a chance against him. You’d come back a shish
kabob, a toasted marshmallow, a crêpe suzette.”
She laughed. “I think it is getting close to your lunch, Uncle. Now,
promise me: if I succeed, do you agree to my terms?”
He stared at her, goggle-eyed.
“You are serious! Ah, if only my sister were here to give you a
mother’s guidance and discipline! She could tie you to her apron-
strings; I cannot control you without my purse-strings. So I will not
give you the money to buy a return ticket to France.”
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