Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

Chapter 11: Shattered Dreams

Avery

1 quickly showered, mentally prepping myself for making breakfast The Trio. To my surprise, I ddn’t hear them yelling for me or banging on my wall. Weird, so I looked at the clock. It’s the normal me too. I waited another fifteen minutes, but I still heard silence. I exit my room, listening for sounds to give me any hints at they are awake. I hear music coming from Cassius’s room, video game noises from Conner’s room, and the morning news from Clint’s room. They are obviously awake, I shrug and start walking to school.

Walking with my head down, I bump into a very large and firm body Mmm, sorry,” I mumble.

The door in front of me is pushed open. A gruff voice that I know says, “Just go, Avery,”

My eyes bug out of my head, but I keep it down as I walk past Cassian. There is no way that my dream of The Trio being nice to me and everyone in the school looking at me as if I am a supermodel would come true. Fairytales do not exist. Dreams about The Trio wanting me and my life changing is another such outlandish fairytale. I propelled myself to my locker only to stop dead in my tracks. There right in front of me sprawled acrossed my locker in bole huge red letters is the words ‘DIRTY SLUT. This is likely the work of the Haity Hags, but it could have been the Tria too for all I know.

I put in the combination to open my vandalized locker, only to be splattered with red paint. Great, just fucking great, Not only was my face red with a combination of fury and embarrassment but so were all of my clothes. I take in a breath only to let go in a huge sigh as my shoulders slump. Proof that my dream was a fairytale. I slink and slither like the disgusting slime that I am to our headmaster’s office. I knocked lightly on Mr. Gray’s, the headmaster’s, door.

tall and burly man with grey hair and glasses, opened the door. His eyes scanned me with

shake my head, no doubt splattering red paint everywhere, “No, I don’t know who did this, and I do not care. May I

“Yes, Avery. Go, and if you need

me.”

the front doors. On my way, I run into Conner and Clint who abruptly separate, allowing me to effortlessly pass. I inwardly laugh because it was like Moses parting

Clint

brother and I were going into the school Avery was coming out smothered in red paint. I know that Avery would not do this to herself, so who did this to her? Part of me does not care, but another part of me does. That part of me that cares is my dragon, Carter. But why does he care? She’s a human. Yes, she is assigned to es but we have

red paint while he supervised. If I didn’t know that all of the red splatters was paint. I would assume that someone was murdered. I dodge the pools of red on the floor too. Do I like Avery? No, but Lat east tolerate her, as does Conner. Cassius though,

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shower. It took five washes to get all of the paint skin is red and hurts, but at least the paint is gone. I don’t know If phone