Page 101 of Drama Queens Don't Fall For Charming Boys

“What? Darn it.” I died again.

“Watch out for his frozen breath. It’s an instant kill. How do we know that Tori isn’t seeing anyone?”

“Oh…I guess I hadn’t considered that.”

Declan is quiet for a second before he says, “Oh, shoot. I remember Chase told me that he heard a male’s voice in her apartment when he called her. It was after you and I had the bad day at rehearsal.”

“Oh…darn.” I so wanted to give her a happily ever after. But I guess she could still have one, if that guy is her soulmate. “I can try to talk to her tomorrow and find out if she’s single.”

“How are you going to do that? Oh, gosh!”

Gunthard’s health is almost gone. I quickly use my restoration spell to heal him.

“Thanks, Princess,” he says.

“I guess Valarina’s not so useless after all.”

“Of course not. Gunthard couldn’t do this without her.”

We both know that’s not true, but it was still sweet that he said it. And finally, we destroy the boss.

“Woo-hoo!” we both cheer.

“I’ll give you all the items I looted,” he says. “I have most of them anyway.”

“Ooh, nice! Thanks.” I equip her new armor and have her do a small dance. “Doesn’t she look so cute?”

He laughs. “The cutest. And so darn beautiful. Gunthard is in love. He’ll spend the whole night writing love songs about Valarina.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet.”

Gunthard bows.

Declan turns around with a more serious expression. “How are you going to find out if Tori is single?”

“I’ll casually slip it in somehow. Don’t worry, I’m resourceful.”

He nods in relief. “Okay. Thanks.”

“Of course! Bringing two soulmates together would be the biggest reward on the planet.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Declan

Mia and I enter my house after school on Thursday and she takes a few minutes to survey the area. It’s a pretty normal apartment, nothing special about it. Chase and I didn’t really personalize it—what for if we’re only living here for a few months?

The living room has a few couches and chairs and the walls are adorned with pictures of landscapes and flowers.

“I know it’s not much,” I tell her as she studies one of the photos. “And pretty small. But there’s something nice about a small house. It’s quiet and peaceful.”

She lifts a brow at me. “The great Declan Hart living like a commoner?” she jokes.

I laugh, too. “Our house back in Alabama was pretty small, too. I like plain and simple.”

“My family does, too.”

“Yeah, I noticed when I went to your house.”

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