I refuse to let you talk me into a make-out session in a dodgy, underground tunnel. I have standards, you know.
Rachel MorganStichwörter: creepy-hollow faerie-guardian
Whoa, this isn’t the Training Center, you know,” I tell him. “There’s a certain level of clothing etiquette in this house, and you’re currently violating it.”
He reaches for his jacket. “I believe you’re the one who tore my clothes off in the first place, and now you’re complaining?”
“Trust me, there was no tearing involved. You’ll have to get that fantasy fulfilled somewhere else.
Stichwörter: creepy-hollow faerie-guardian
Did you really think I wouldn’t look for you?”
“Honestly? Yes. You seemed a little busy losing your tongue down someone else’s throat.
Stichwörter: creepy-hollow faerie-guardian
Whatever game you’re playing, you’re going to lose,” he whispers. “And I’ll be right there to rub your nose in it when it happens.”
“Great. Well, at least I have something to look forward to.” I cross my arms. “Now why don’t you go parade your lack of dignity somewhere else?
Stichwörter: creepy-hollow faerie-guardian
Colors shift like smoke within the branch beneath our feet. Sprites jump from leaf to leaf, leaving sprinklings of glittery dust in the air behind them. Droplets of water are strung like pearls from the silver strands of a spider’s web. Bluebottle glow-bugs stick to the leaves and branches, lighting up the night with their blue-green bodies. And high above us, clouds are draped like sashes of color across the sky. Amethyst, azure, jade.
Rachel MorganStichwörter: nature creepy-hollow faerie-guardian
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