“But you were passing notes and speaking another language…” She shrugged, ducking her head to reach into her small fridge. “We grew up together. His mother taught us Latin…it’s a dead language, and well Death Raiders dealt in death and deadly things, she thought it would be helpful to learn a dead language we could use as a way to secretly communicate when needed.” I sat back on my palms, looking up at the green vines twisting along her ceiling with a dopey smile on my face. “You have a secret love.”
