Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

the sound of her voice caused Casmir's lip to curl somewhat, but he fixed his face and turned to approach her with his affected stride of confidence. "Aria," he greeted, pleased to discover his voice had deepened somewhat. his eyes roved over her lowered form; he did not relax in her presence, nor did he soften into friendliness. what was she doing here? why didn't she just go the hell home?