I Like Writing About Friends.

Lyon Knew She Wasn't Aware She Was Being Watched, Either. She Wouldn't Have Eaten The Leaf Otherwise, Or Reached For Another. “sir, Which One Is Princess Christina?” Andrew Asked Lyon, Just As Rhone Started In Choking On His Laughter. Rhone Has Obviously Been Watching Christina, Too. “sir?” “the Blond-headed One,” Lyon Muttered, Shaking His Head. He Watched In Growing Disbelief As Christina Daintily Popped Another Leaf Into Her Mouth. “which Blond-headed One?” Andrew Persisted. “the One Eating The Shrubs.

Your Eyes Have Turned As Black As A Crow’s,” She Blurted Out. He Didn’t Even Blink Over Her Bizarre Comment. “not This Time, Christina,” He Said In A Furious Whisper. “compliments Won’t Get Me Off Balance Again, My Little Temptress. I Swear To God, If You Ever Again Dismiss Me So Casually, I’m Going To––” “oh, It Wasn’t A Compliment,” Christina Interrupted, Letting Him See Her Irritation. “how Presumptuous Of You To Think It Was. The Crow Is Our Enemy.

Don't You Dare Weep," He Commanded. "you've Broken My Heart." "i 'll Fix It Later.

If You Begin To Give Away Parts Of Yourself, Eventually You'll Give It All. And Once You've Lost Yourself, Haven't You Lost Everything?

Listen, You. Don't Threaten Me. I Could Make Your Life A Nightmare. He Put His Hand In Front Of Her Face And Unfolded Three Fingers As He Said, I'm F-b-i. She Smiled. It Wasn't The Reaction He Expected. You Want To Talk Nightmares? She Said. She Put Her Hand Up To His Face And Unfolded Her Three Fingers. I'm I-r-s.