we're always running scared but holding knives
"Real jaguars like sandwiches just as much as fake ones do," Isla says, as if she's the authority on the situation (and until Remi gets a jaguar shift, she is, thank you very much). Swinging her legs again and gazing down at her hands, she nods her agreement with Remi. "I don't think you are being rude. I'm hoping that the more we see each other again, as friends, the less difficult it will be." She doesn't expect that to happen, but you never know.
Her request not to talk about the war is followed directly by just that, and Isla raises her eyebrows sceptically up at Remi. "You know I can't do that," she says softly. "Not without knowing what it is. I'd prefer you didn't tell me at all than potentially have me keep secrets from the whole Hollowed Grounds. I'm sorry."
Her request not to talk about the war is followed directly by just that, and Isla raises her eyebrows sceptically up at Remi. "You know I can't do that," she says softly. "Not without knowing what it is. I'd prefer you didn't tell me at all than potentially have me keep secrets from the whole Hollowed Grounds. I'm sorry."
Isla
