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She frowned up at him. What do you mean, you were? You're not going to anymore? She was worried that he would want to teach her anymore. She pouted. I don't like being so little. She couldn't wait until she was old enough to shift. Almost everyone else could, so why couldn't she?

Her interest was perked at the mention of J'adore's son. You have a son? And his name's Gunnar? How come I've never met him before? She wondered what else he didn't tell her. When he said that he needed to pick her up and carry her, she nodded her consent and held her arms up to be picked up.

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