Playing with Fire (Book 1 of the FIRE Trilogy)
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Felicia’s dragon was puffing out smoke through its nostrils and twitching its tail, right in the middle of another dull day at the reception desk.
Luckily nobody had any idea, for although her fire dragon had grown substantially during the past few months, it—or rather, she—was still content to keep within the confines of Felicia’s body. As long as its host let it out in the evenings and acknowledged its magic, it stayed relatively quiet inside her and remained spirit more than matter, fire energy more than a real fire.
So why had it been showing signs of excitement since this morning, although it had been another day of boring routine for Felicia?
With a frown that she hid by brushing a tendril of red hair out of her face, Felicia reflected on her current situation.