Don’t panic. Don’t panic.
Someone opens the door.
Do not panic.
“Hi.”
I’m smiling, but I find myself leaning awkwardly to my chair. Crap, I am panicked.

You’re impossible.” I sighed. “And really weird. No wonder Jared likes you.”
“Is that a good thing or not?”
I shrugged. “You two have bittersweet panty-dropping connection.”
“Gross.

Pleasure to meet you, Prince Larden. The name is Lady Thaddea from House of Wright."
"Yeah, I think I remember you, by the other name. You once kicked my royal ass."
"Oh, so you decide we don't need to draw the line, no? Fine then, good to see you again, mate. You look, and smell, like a tuna who just saw a ghost.

Don't panic. Are you sitting? You probably don't need to sit. Well, possibly. At least lean on something.

Then he stalked off into the woods, leaving Talaith alone.
Good. Now I can panic in peace.

the only time you can make sence and notmake sense is when your with sasha