Torvek:Wow. That was sledgehammer non-subtle. Even for you, Evi.
Evira:You mentioned my boyfriends, then you can’t bring her up? What else am I left with, T?
Torvek:She and I are just friends now.
I frowned and stopped walking.
Evira:No. Why?
Torvek:Easier.
Evira:You were so close.
Torvek:Right. Too close. The danger is too great. If she found out about what I really am, it’ll ruin everything.
Evira:You trust her, though. I’ve seen it.
Torvek:If she accepts that in me, it will make it harder for me to hide it. I might want to do it, invoke those abilities. And everything will come crashing down.
Evira:Your standing in the Dracoryn Realm isn’t fragile like that.
Torvek:Like yours wasn’t?
I winced.
Evira:Ouch.
Torvek:Sorry. But you know what I mean.
Evira:It’s not the same.
Torvek:It is to me. Anyway, I have to go. We’ll set that meet-up. See you soon, Evi.
Evira:Love you, T.
I sighed heavily as I pocketed my phone.
This was not what he deserved.
This loneliness. Never able to show anyone his true self. And so much fear of how those around him would take it if it did ever get out.
The similarity to Winter’s situation was disturbing.
And so very sad.
“Crown Heir!”
I jolted.
That title being called out suddenly in the middle of the quad was surprising enough.
But the voice itself?
Now that was a whole other thing.
I couldn’t believe it as I turned and found its owner right there like I’d clocked.
Curly vibrant-red hair cascaded over her crimson corset top and she cocked her hip in a pair of gold leather pants. She really wore that harsh outer edge so much like her drill sergeant father, the infamous trainer of fire dragons. Definitely giving off the badass vibe.
