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Memories of the eccentric woman drinking seven cups of tea a day until she smelled of vanilla and chai mixed with the scent of spell salts and magic.
The way i can actually imaginary smell it is crazy
Genevieve had a mouth worse than a sailor at times.
…she said one swear word
The streets were lined with houses painted in hues of white and pink and green, each at least two stories high with bay windows and wraparound porches that featured brightly colored doors.
“I’ve never seen anyone with such a number of possible fears. It’s a wonder you’re able to sleep, with such darkness crawling in the shadows of your mind.”
The man never looked into the brain of someone with anxiety???
With barely any seconds to spare, she reached the end of the hall, smacking into it so hard her entire body vibrated, teeth clattering together painfully.
I did LOL
“Why do you care where I do or don’t go?” “I think you’re grossly misusing the word care.” “What would you call it, then?” She shifted on her feet with impatience. “Concern?” “More like self-preservation if we’re going to continue running into each other,” he corrected. “Now back to my question—tell me the rest of how you ended up falling through the dining room ceiling.”
“I thought I told you not to follow me?” “I apologize if I gave you the impression that I do what I’m told.”
“You have a response for everything, don’t you?” “Yes.” He winked, and she hated herself for thinking that the gesture was attractive. She couldn’t help it, though. Everything about him was frustratingly attractive.
“Are you at least going to help me get back to my room first?” she quipped. “The cat was being more helpful, honestly.”
The grin on Zel’s face stretched as he took in the terrified expressions around him as if this response was exactly what he was hoping for. Ophelia fought the urge to roll her eyes at the pure drama. Zel’s amber gaze flicked over to her for a brief moment then as if he could hear her thoughts.
