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DRAKE
I bolted out of the dream when a loud knock came from someone at my bedroom door. Groaning, I got out of bed and stomped to the door, determined to kill whoever it was that interrupted what had to be the most amazing dream.
“This better be good!” I yelled, opening the door.
The person who greeted me was none other than my pain in the a*s sister, Ariella, with the biggest smirk on her face. “My, my … look who got up on the wrong side of the bed,” she teased.
“What do you want?” I grumbled, turning away and heading back to the bed. Collapsing on top, I took a deep breath. There was no way I was going to be able to get back to the dream.
“You need to get dressed. We’re going to the Spring Court,” she called out impatiently, throwing a bundle of clothes at me.
Lifting my head, I
