Chapter One
"I already hate Spain," Todd muttered angrily and with good reason. Fire dragon or not, his pale complexion was not built to withstand such heat. No matter how much he glared at the two other men, Martin and Hector had already lovingly nicknamed him Lobster Todd.
I pressed a kiss on his cheek and chuckled against his shirt. "You're not that red."
"I can see myself," he grumbled. "Why did we have to come here again?"
"The tournament is in a week. You didn't think we'd pass that up, right?" Martin voiced, happily strolling in front of the group while studying the biggest map ever. "Our hotel should be right up... this funny sounding street. I don't even want to try and pronounce it."
"You need to rrrr roll your Rs," Hector interjected. "Rrrrrrrrrrrr."
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