“Yes,” Fallon breathed, his eyes now very, very bright white. “Without you and your most illuminating guide, I would not know about the wonders of the clitorosaurus.” “Oh, God,” whispered Cherry. “Fallon,” moaned Darcy. “We have talked about this!” Fallon’s face fell, and he looked so painfully disappointed in himself that I had the sudden urge to reach through the screen and pat him on his sadly drooping shoulder.
