“Fâlipüks,” she replied, calling me a scaredy-cat in Ersovian. My mouth dropped open. I could not help but smile. “What did you just say?” “Nothing—” “No! That was not nothing.” I grinned, rushing over to her as she tried to escape into the bedroom. “Say it again!” I laughed, wrapping my arms around her. “No!” “Please?” I held on tighter. “LäIrak meni.” Odette struggled in my arms telling me to let her go.
