Rain

“Yeah, yeah.” I waved a hand. “But you’d miss me. Admit it.”

Jesse didn’t respond, which honestly was its kind of victory.

Lia tilted her head, smirking. “So, what kind of dragon would you be, Rain? Let me guess—something loud and impossible to control?”

“Ouch, Lia.” I clutched my chest. “You wound me. But no. I’m a sleek, majestic dragon with an impeccable fashion sense. Probably glittery.”

“Glittery?” Colby asked, raising a brow.

“Of course. If I’m turning into a dragon, I’m going all out.”

Matt snorted. “You’d be the most annoying dragon ever.”

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But I’d be your annoying dragon. You’re welcome.”

“You’re the worst,” Lia...