She seemed so tiny, and yet she was my salvation. She was Paegeia’s salvation, and we needed to get the dragons that wanted her dead to stop trying to kill her.
It wouldn’t stop until we were safely back home.
I didn’t understand why my father put all this pressure on me.
“Blake,” Jace yelled, and I looked at him.
“Sorry, I slept little last night.”
“What, Chloë kept on texting you till morning hours? She seriously has an obsession. According to her, there is already a wedding date.”
I roared with laughter. “No, I blocked her number.”
“Say whaaaaat?”
“She is not my type.”
“Chloë Bishop, not your type?” He sounded shocked.
I shrugged.
“Holy fuck. So, who is your type?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I smiled at him.
“No, don’t say it’s the artist geek?”
“She is not a geek, and she has a name. It’s Elena. Sure, she has a weird sense of dressing, but she is quite good at drawing.”
“She drew you yet?”
“She might have, I’m not sure.”
He laughed. “You’re fucking with me, right?”
“No, I’m not. Put a foot on the gas. I would like to see what Chloë is up to this morning.”
“That is who she pranked yesterday?” He roared with laughter behind the wheel.
“Yeah, I’m not happy about that, either. She practically ran away from me yesterday when I went to say hi. Chloë is fucking up my groove.”
“Your groove? Chloë is going to have a major bitch flip when she finds out, Blake.”
“So what? I don’t fucking care. She is not the sun.”
“You have balls, man, that I can give you.”
“And she will learn fast. Nobody puts an unwanted claim on me behind my back.”
He drove faster, and we reached the school.
I climbed out of the jeep and greeted people for the next fifteen minutes. Afterward, I felt sick.
Then the drama queen walked up to me. “Why didn’t you return any of my texts last night?”
“I was busy. Besides, I blocked your number. You are way too much drama.”
The emotions on her face slacked as Jace struggled to suppress his laughter.
