Page 134 of My Summer Girl

“Speak for yourself,” Di grumbles, folding her arms across her chest.

“I brought you here for two reasons. One, because Dulce doesn’t realize how much she’s missed you all, especially Di,” Vex lays on thick and I peer at them with love. “And two, because I needed Cupid touch magic.”

“And with Dulce being without it, you needed us?” Val grumbles, but the humor in his eyes is there. We aren’t the closest, but seeing as we’re such a weird family dynamic, I’m glad he accepts my love for Vex and in general.

I won’t tell anyone that Pyro is softening his grumpy side, but he is.

“What do we do?” Xó asks, absently rubbing her stomach. She’s a lot calmer this time around than with Rómán.

“Dormir over there,” Vex says, pointing to the dragon everyone is piling over. “Showed me the mixture of Cupid touch magic and his own will do some sort of call to the dragons who are off realm and some in.

“I can’t believe there are dragons—real, breathing dragons,” Arson comments, forcing his way over to his wife, gripping her swollen belly with a possessive nature only a dragon could replicate.

“They’re badass,” Blaze, Arson and Pyro’s younger brother, enthusiastically says. His serpent eyes are dancing across Dormir with absolute wonder.

“I thought they were all gone,” Pyro joins in, his eyes studying each dragon nearby. They’re almost methodical, like he’s calculating every species to research later.

“Can I do it?” Xó nearly begs. The excitement in her eyes is never far away.

Vex nods, and the crowd parts once more for our family. We’re a big bunch. Several with massive wings and then there are us Cupids, barely different than our human lookalikes.

“Is this a good idea?” Arson asks, gnawing on his lip piercing. I didn’t think he could obsess over my sister more than when I first met him, yet here he is, basically scanning everything around us and sticking super close to her.

“You’re a Draegyn—a species not far off from a dragon—and you’re worried about a cute dragon using magic with your wife?” Val complains, grimacing when Arson lets out a low growl.

“He’s in the nesting stage,” Xó apologizes. “He got like this with Rómán too. Don’t mind his protectiveness. Come on, mi amor, you’re okay.”

Arson narrows his eyes at Val before guiding his wife to Dormir’s face. He stares at them both, tilting his massive head.

“Touch him,” I guide, showing her how I did it before. Slowly, with respect of consent. He makes a little chuff at me and breathes out noisily as my hand connects with the bridge of his snout.

The imagery he puts out is of Xó and me hugging moments ago and then shows something that isn’t reality. Of me, Xó, Val, and Di holding hands while forcing our magic out. When I peer at Xó, her eyes are closed and I think he’s showing her the same.

When I nod, he directs his focus at my sister and her smile tells me he’s connecting with her like he did with me and Raev.

“Arson, touch him,” she urges, tugging on his arm. He only hesitates for a moment before placing his palm on Dormir.

He’s smiling big, the grumpy and overprotective Draegyn almost pleased.

“Six?” he asks with awe. “Fuck yeah!” Xó smacks his chest, shaking her head in chastisement. I laugh at the expression he’s sporting. Like he’s won a massive prize.

“From what I can tell,” I begin, swiveling my head to all my siblings to make sure they’re paying attention to me. “We’re to hold hands and put out the magic while also in connection to Dormir.”

They nod and we begin.

The way my skin tingles with a magic I thought long gone from my fall... We release it into him and a sudden sound of popping makes me whip my head around.

One after one dragons of many shapes, species, and colors seem to dimension-jump here. It’s wild to see so many different ones, especially when they’re basically nonexistent in Darchon.

“This is unbelievable,” Ver says, the shock and gratefulness noted in her voice. “I haven’t ever seen this many dragons in my life.”

I reach for her hand and she grips mine almost like she’s in utter disbelief. “I couldn’t have done this without you,” she utters, her voice choked, and her eyes glistening.

“It was all Vex,” I say, recognizing the amazing being with a heart sweeter than anything in this realm and out of it.

“You gave me the idea when we took a bath,” they argue, wanting me to also have a part in this.

“But you made it happen.”

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