“Oh, come on, I seriously doubt that I’m even Nic’s type,” I murmur, pulling off my gloves before reaching up and tugging at my crown, lifting it free of my hair and moving to my vanity to set it down.
I reach up to start pulling out some pins that are sticking into my scalp when suddenly I gasp, icy cold rushing through me as blue flashes across my vision.
“That was so awesome, June!” Anton shouts, and I jump to the side, laughing when I realize that he just tried to tackle me, or wrap me in a hug, or something. He comes skittering to a stop on my other side, grinning wildly at me and coming back for more.
I burst out laughing, reaching for him, wanting a hug too. He’s more careful this time, wrapping his arms around me, and even though I can’t really feel him or rest my weight agains
