Page 4 of My Summer Girl

Chapter Two

Raevar

Calm Down – Rema & Selena Gomez

I’ve been off-realm many times. Every time feels like a new experience unlike my day-to-day.

Solera is so full of life, greenery, beauty within every step taken. Wherever I go seems to lack color, life, and some type of hope. Solera bleeds sunshine and vividity, making everything else pale in comparison.

Now, as I seek out my contact, I wonder if I’ll find what I’m seeking. Going off a simple name isn’t as hard as you’d think. Sometimes, being magically inclined helps you get the best kind of answers without too much of a cost.

My strides lengthen as I make my way to the pub in Darchon. It’s a safe place for all beings. Whether you’re in the middle of a war or in peace, it’s a middle ground. There’s no hatred allowed, no death, and most importantly, no harm to come while here.

Opening the door to the tavern, my eyes immediately land on him. He looks battle-worn now. It’s been ages since we’ve seen each other, but as I make my way to him, I wonder what’s changed.

He’s still that lively purple shade that reminds me of the brightest and deepest berries back home. Now, a scar from the right side of his forehead to the left side of his jaw mars his usually carefree face.

He’s not showing his wings, which is very unlike him. Draegyns are very proud, always displaying their wings and anything that shows who their ancestors are. The way he grips the metal tin in his hand further tells me how on edge he is.

Cinder Santana is the closest thing to dragons any realm has now. His family and their extended relatives are the last in existence. Much like the dragons of Darchon, Draegyns are a dying species. They’re the closest descendants to dragons and can sometimes breathe fire, have horns, scales, wingspans that outstretch their entire bodies, and some are seen to have tails.

“Going to keep hovering like a nuisance or do you plan on having a fucking conversation?” he bitterly bites out, not turning to me. How? He either has an insane sense of smell or magic to tell him I’m here when he hasn’t turned around.

Cin isn’t what I’d call a patient being, but he’s definitely never this harsh. I smile, wondering who pissed in his ale.

“Just noting some differences,” I remark, motioning to the facial scar.

“Does little princess Raevar want to kiss it better?” He turns to me, making a condescending kissy face.

“Fuck off, Cin.”

He scoffs, bringing the drink to his lips. With a snap of his fingers, a barkeep saunters over. “A shot of jaffa.” He motions to me. “My Orukna friend likes the bitter ones.”

They nod, giving a thumbs up gesture while I sit next to the grumpy monster. “This is business, not pleasure.”

A dark chuckle meets my ears. “If it were for pleasure, you’d be on your knees.” I shove at him, thinking of the last time I got laid and grumbling at the years that have passed.

“As I said,” I growl, wanting to tug at my hair. “This is business.”

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