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It had been a year since we settled in Jotunheim.
And my god, raising four babies at once was no easy task.
With Benladra, Kate, Drakda, and Yudra, it had been one child at a time. That felt manageable.
But now?
"Waaaahhhh!"
"Guuuuhhh!"
"Buuubaahh!"
"Awaaahh! Heheh!"
These four little devils were going to be the end of me.
Someone, please help.
I was right there, desperately trying to get them to sleep at last.
I had always thought dragon children were calm and quiet. I was utterly wrong.
None of them were pure dragons, of course; they were all hybrids.
Perhaps I had been too spoiled with my older children. These ones were true rascals.
The little one with light blue skin, black scales, a single black horn on her forehead, bright red eyes, and short gray hair was Hedra, the daughter I shared with Hel.
I never imagined she would turn out to be such a mischief-maker. She left even Drakda far behind in pure gremlin energy.
