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red.”
    Ha’ven pulled back and looked at the strand of hair Alice was holding. Sure enough, it was red. With a sigh, he focused the energy around him and redirected it toward his hair. In a swirl of color, it returned to its natural shade of black.
    “Dada doesn’t want red hair, my little princess,” he growled. “Dada wants Alice’s belly.”
    The red block in Alice’s hand disappeared as she reached to grip his cheeks as he bent his head toward her. Delighted squeals burst from Alice as she screamed for her mommy to save her. Howls of laughter filled the air, flooding Ha’ven with a power unlike anything he had ever expected to experience before he met Emma; the power of love.
     

Chapter 4
    “A little to the right,” Viper called out. “No, your other right, Zoran. That’s it, just a little more, and drop it there.”
    The huge green, gold, and red dragon carefully dropped the string of lights that he was holding above the top of the tall tree along the courtyard. He would’ve been alright if not for the end of the long string getting tangled around his left foot. He snorted and tried to shake it lose.
    “Zoran watch out!” Viper shouted, grimacing when the tip of Zoran’s wing caught in another strand of lights he had just wrapped around the tree. Twisting, the small bulbs snagged each other, tangling the set of lights he was trying to position with the set he had just finished. Before he knew it, he was hanging upside down with a mass of lights wrapped around his lower legs and wings.
    “Do you need some help?” Viper asked with a grin. “Vox didn’t tell me this was going to be so entertaining when Tina and I arrived this morning. If I had known, I would have come sooner.”
    Zoran’s lip curled back and he released a frustrated snarl. Gripping the branch slightly below him with his front claws and wrapping his tail around the top of the tree, he tried to push himself up. Unfortunately, with the wire from the lights wrapped around his wings, he couldn’t move. With a loud snort of resignation, he focused on shifting back to his two-legged form.
    Hate lights, his dragon mumbled.
    You aren’t the only one, my friend, Zoran muttered as he focused.
    The moment he shifted, he felt his body falling as the wires tangled around him loosened. He wrapped his hands around the branch he had tried to use felt a moment before, holding it tightly as his body swung down. A low curse escaped him when the thick bark of the tree cut into his palms. Still, the discomfort of a few abrasions was better than falling fifty feet to the ground.
    “You were supposed to warn me if the lights got tangled,” Zoran snapped, glancing down at the bemused look on Viper’s face. “I was doing a better job on my own.”
    “So I can see,” Viper chuckled, staring up at Zoran’s dangling feet. “There’s a branch just to the left of you that might support your weight.”
    “Thanks,” Zoran muttered, reaching out his left leg just far enough to test the branch. Now, I’ve got to try to pull the damn lights off and redo it.”
    “Tell me again, why are you doing this?” Viper asked in a loud voice.
    “Because it is a celebration that most humans love back on Earth,” a soft voice replied from behind Viper.
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    Viper turned to study the delicate, dark haired female that stepped out of the shadows. She was small compared to his mate, but had the same dark coloring in her hair, though her eyes were a vivid green. She gave him a hesitant smile before glancing up at where Zoran was hanging from a branch. Her lips tugged upward as she tried to hide her amusement.
    “But, why the lights?” Viper asked in puzzlement.
    The slender shoulders shrugged. “Truthfully, I don’t know. I never thought to ask my grandfather,” the woman replied with a slight catch in her voice. “I only know it was one of my favorite times of the year. Don’t you think you should help him?”
    “Melina,” a voice called from the shadowed