This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
Flora tilts her head, and Lyra grins. ”You’ve no idea,” she says wryly, taking a sip of her water. ”They’re teenagers - both seventeen - so, naturally, they know everything and I know nothing.” She laughs. ”Of course, I do know that Kieran is probably sleeping off the hangover he tried to hide this morning and Ella has probably snuck out by now, so…” She shrugs, no longer able to recall why she is in such a hurry to get back to a quiet house or hunt down a wayward teenager.
In any case, she looks to Flora contemplatively. ”Actually, if you have a second,” she says impulsively. ”What drink would you recommend for someone who doesn’t want to get wasted but wouldn’t mind a little something stronger for LongNight?”
In any case, she looks to Flora contemplatively. ”Actually, if you have a second,” she says impulsively. ”What drink would you recommend for someone who doesn’t want to get wasted but wouldn’t mind a little something stronger for LongNight?”
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
