Noctisardor Bypass How would it ever get me by?

Why do I care? she echoed, face scrunching. About Etienne?

Druid paused as if she was actually awaiting an answer. Of course, she wasn’t, but Anselm poured some more words into the tense beat of silence: “I vill not be sucked into this.”

Ignoring him, Druid suddenly began shouting again, I care about him because he’s my friend. He’s the nicest guy I’ve ever met. He’s always looking out for everyone but himself. He’s finally putting himself first and you know what? Good for him! Because he’s too damn good for us!

The truth rang off the surrounding trees. Druid winced a little, though she stood by them. In fact, she stood a little taller, chin tipped again, eyes now boring into the side of Anselm’s face as if daring him to refute her.