Noctisardor Bypass How would it ever get me by?

His rebuttal was as absurdly childish as it was inexplicable. Druid gaped at him for a moment, a scoffing laugh dying in her throat. It was such a silly thing to say, only Anselm was dead serious. What had she said or done to give him that idea?

It felt wrong to repeat her earlier words, though the damage was done, so she retorted, Didn’t you hear me? The guy’s in love with you. And for what it’s worth, I’m off men—and probably romance altogether—for life. To make myself clear, I don’t feel that way about Etienne or anybody else for that matter, she insisted, ignoring Fiona’s pretty face flashing through her mind’s eye.

And then a possibility hit her, like the drop of rain that quite abruptly dropped out of the sky and splattered right between her eyes. The droplet ran down the groove toward her snout, listing off to one side and dripping into her mouth as her lips twisted suddenly into a moue.

Wait, she said, her voice a whispering hiss now, are you projecting, Anselm?