“I didn’t stab myself with a dozen needles just to run home to Mommy. Let’s kill this fornicator! Er—” I frowned at Zayn, who was still looking at me with a kind of awestruck expression I’d never seen on his face before. “Does ‘fornicator’ not translate into Elvish? No! Not fornicator! …Aw, fornicate!” I stamped my foot on the ground. “Forget it, you know what I mean. Let’s just fornicating go already!”
