Charlotte: Fated to the White Dragon
“I can’t believe people are this thirsty for coffee.”
The name makes me wince. Only Evelyn calls me that.
“I’d prefer if you called me Charlie instead,” I say with a crooked smile.
Dean frowns. “I prefer Lottie, though. It’s cute.”
“Yeah, I agree,” Sophie chimes in cheerfully.
I force a breath. “I’d prefer if you called me Charlie, though.”
They pause, exchanging glances.
“You okay, Charlie?” Amelia asks, brow furrowed.
“I’m fine, just a bit knackered,” I reply sucking in a breath.