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“They’re fucking each other,” I correct, wanting her to know her anger is natural, but so is the connection Dulce and Raevar are experiencing. The basest part of me feels like she’s not going to have that shade of envy once she meets Dulce.

Can’t she feel it? As soon as Solera connected with me, I felt Dulce and Raevar’s bond. It’s similar to ours, but somehow fated, almost like it’s soul deep.

Verano pouts, her lips protruding, and I want to fix it. I’m a caregiver, a Dom, someone who always puts the needs of others above my own.

“I’ll see you at the night activities.” She dismisses me, her emotions on the surface. Tampering them won’t be easy, but as if to prove that thought wrong, she closes her eyes. When they open again, whatever she felt no longer exists.

“Of course.”

Her gaze meets mine, a kind of hurt that reminds me of loneliness reflects there for a moment before disappearing.

“You’ll be there?” The question is soft, sincere, and maybe she truly wants me there. With a curt nod, I lean toward her, hoping she’ll listen to my words as creed.

“You can’t run, precious. I’ve allowed it twice. Let’s not make it a third.”

She sharply inhales, her nostrils flaring as she backs away. I don’t allow her to leave without my signature smirk. It’s not easy being a pain in the arse, but I do it flawlessly.

Chapter Thirty

Dulce

Heart of Glass – Miley Cyrus

One would think walking for days on end would kill my feet, but they’d be wrong. Every time we’ve stopped to eat, Raevar rubs my feet, and whatever herby ointment he puts on them keeps me from being in pain.

To add, my feet don’t seem affected by the ground. Like the earth here is keeping itself from hurting me. We flew a dragon—Dormir, to be specific—and he still flies around us, almost like he can’t leave us alone. Or won’t.

He’s majestic and beautiful, so vast and lively. The way he roars isn’t like a battle cry but more similar to someone excited and full of hope.

We haven’t had sex since that first time in the rain, and it’s almost like Raevar’s avoiding me. There’s a nagging tug inside me that wants to beg him for answers, but there’s this other small voice that hates being rejected and won’t ask him what’s wrong.

“What’s next on your list, little sweet?” he asks, his body too far away from mine.

Fall in love...

I shake my head, knowing that specific item wasn’t even mentioned to Vex. Summer love, something sweet and tangible. I want it.

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