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A messy array of blue hair and muddy brown eyes hung over me and I saw a brief flash of white as the guy smiled. The rational part of my mind was always slower than the part that controlled my body so I didn’t recognize the mischievious twinkle in his eyes until after I had punched him in the face.

“Drae!” I screamed. He rubbed his jaw and looked at me warily as I struggled to pull myself into a sitting position. I threw myself at him again and clung to him, breathing in the woodsy, fire scent of him that I had dreamed about in the few good nights after getting back. He tensed up when I rushed at him but relaxed when I didn’t pull out any knives or try to kill him in any other way.

“Hey, Pyx.” He wrapped his arms around me and I felt him kiss my head. Last summer played itself over in my head. It was my best dreams and worst nightmares blended together. Prophecies, the clash of swords, the scent of fear, and the endless fighting in the Tythia forests.

I gasped when it hit me. “I’m back.”

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