Noctisardor Bypass instead of ordering an uber, we ordered a goober

Then why does your face look like that? she replied without missing a beat.

The irony of his next question was not lost on her. “Does he hit you?” She remembered walking home that evening, nearly forgetting about the conversation only to have three more of Anselm’s words burrow into her brain like worms: “your psycho boyfriend.”

I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said, Druid revealed presently, or what he’d done. I was too busy being… She trailed off for a moment, shaking her head lightly. I confronted him, told him to leave. He wouldn’t listen, so I tried to attack him and ended up getting hurt. He didn’t intend it but I don’t think Glaukos realized his own strength, how much damage he could do without even trying.

Her tongue swirled around her mouth, finding all the gaps. They were a little tender now, though they didn’t hurt unless she probed at them. Druid resisted that impulse.

Anyway, she said on a sighing exhale, I don’t regret it.