Noctisardor Bypass What would I ever do with a rose?

Her mismatched eyes drifted back to Anselm just in time to catch his wince. Well, that was intriguing. Druid hadn’t said anything particularly controversial. Maybe a fly had bitten him.

Why did your face just do that? she questioned before answering his. Nothing in particular, aside from keeping these goobers alive until then.

Her gaze rested on his face, waiting for him to explain its curious behavior. Druid thought about his fight with Etienne and wondered how he truly felt about the man. Did he merely tolerate him, like the Oak insisted? She couldn’t even say why but she had a hard time believing that.