Page 132 of My Summer Girl

Chapter Fifty-Three

Dulce

Before You Leave Me – Alex Warren

When I walk out of the castle a few hours later, having spent some time prepping for the bonfire tonight, I note that Ver is nowhere to be seen. None of my mates are.

Hmm.

That’s strange since it’s usually hard to walk five feet without one of them kissing or hugging me. Even if it’s a quick peck.

Out in the field there seems to be a commotion. Monsters and creatures alike seem to gather over there, looking at something.

Whenever there’s a big crowd of people, no matter where you are, it either means good chisme is being told or something bad has gone down.

After all the mishaps that have happened since I fell through the sky, I’m hoping it’s the former and not the latter.

Immediately upon walking, I notice that a dragon sits in the center of the grass. It’s apparent that dragon is Dormir. He has his wings out, wide as they’ll go, the expanse of them spanning many feet.

“Oh, wow,” someone says, awe in their voice. “He’s massive!”

“But what about this one?” another chimes in, their voice so full of excitement. I continue my pursuit of the crowd, trying to find out what’s happening. This one? Was there more, I know Ver was really stressed about canceling the races.

“I want to ride this one!”

“Oh my Solera, this one is bright red!”

“Do you think this one can swim?”

The people aren’t parting easily, they’re all trying to squeeze in and see what’s beyond my vision.

Annoyance starts to build inside me. Being short has never been something I love when I’m trying to view something, like now. I’d kill to have Raev’s massive legs.

Finally wiggling through the people with many excuse me’s and pardons as I do, I’m shocked at the full visual in front of me.

“Dulce?”

My twin questions, her head whipped so far like she’s seeing a ghost. The tears come so quickly and trail down my face. “Di!” I nearly yell and rush toward her.

I’m crying when our bodies crush in a hug. She’s smiling and laughing, and something about that has me wrecked.

My sister often ignores happiness, even the little moments that bring her bliss. But her eyes glow in kind, and like her, I’ve missed this.

“Te echo de menos,” I mournfully whisper into her ear as we hug. This is so weird for us, because we aren’t huggers. Or weren’t, but since being here, I’d like to live forever being hugged all the time.

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