I nodded and swallowed, glancing at Cupid. He knew what I heard. He did too. He swallows hard as well and closes the blinds, locking the door and making sure all windows are locked.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I shrug, "I don't know." I said, scared. "But when he's angry--" I don't get to finish my sentence. He bursts through the door and looks at me. "Rayah!" Lightning cracked in the sky and I swallowed, removing my face from Jace's Neck.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He nods then looks at me. "C'mere. I want to make sure." I walk over to him cautiously. He punches me in the stomach, seding me flying backwards into a wall. A tear ran down my cheek and I closed my eyes tightly.
"Nope. You're good." He says cracking his knuckles.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights