Even Christian—the Poster Child For "smartass"—looked Grim.

Brayden Met My Eyes. His Were Hazel, Almost Like Eddie’s But With A Little Green. Not As Much Green As Adrian’s, Of Course. No One’s Eyes Were That Amazingly Green.

How Was It That Adrian Ivashkov, Who Never Seemed To Take Anything Seriously Was The Only One Among These "responsible" People Who Paid Attention To Such Small Details? How Was He The Only One To Really Understand The Magnitude Of What I Was Feeling?

I Wanted Someone A Little More Approachable," I Explained. "what, Like Captain Mctropicalshorts Back There? Where On Earth Did You Find Him Anyway?" "just Did An Internet Search." Feeling A Need To Defend My Research, I Added, "he Comes Highly Recommended." "by Who? Long John Silver?

Naptime,ʺ Said Christian, Leading Her Toward The Bed. ʺi Still Need A Shower.ʺ ʺsleep First. Shower Later.ʺ He Pulled Back The Covers. ʺiʹll Sleep With You.ʺ ʺsleep Or Sleep?ʺ She Asked Dryly, Sliding Gratefully Into Bed. ʺreal Sleep. You Need It.ʺ He Crawled In Beside Her, Spooning Against Her And Resting His Face On Her Shoulder. ʺof Course, Afterward, If You Want To Conduct Any Official Council Business...ʺ ʺi Swear, If You Say ‘little Dragomirs,ʹ You Can Sleep In The Hall.

Whatever Happened To The Dragon?" I Mustered My Primmest Tone. "he Has A Name, You Know." Adrian Pulled Back And Gave Me A Curious Look. "i Didn't Know, Actually. What'd You Decide On?" "hopper" When Adrian Laughed, I Added "best Rabbit Ever. He'd Be Proud To Know His Name Is Being Passed On." "yes, I'm Sure He Would. Did You Name The Mustang Too?" "i Think You Mean The Ivashkinator." He Stared At Me In Wonder. "i Told You I Loved You, Right? "yes," I Assured Him. "many Times