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Dragon: Drop that Icon!
Mikhaila folded her arms. “If you persist in that attitude, Uncle,
the dragon will bring you down, the rest of our money will be spent
in fleeing Russia, and we shall both be ruined. And then who would
marry me?”
“But it is folly to attack that beast! I am concerned for your safety.”
“Let me worry about that. I certainly have no desire to be cremated
in my youth. Just tell me I can go back to Paris if I succeed.”
Fyodor grimaced.
“Very well, but I do not think you will be collecting your prize.
One look at Draco and you will come running back here in terror.”
She grinned. “Oh, thank you, Uncle! You won’t regret it.”
Mikhaila bent over the desk and kissed him on the forehead. Then
she quickly left the office before he could say another word.
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