Chapter 11
“I’ve figured out why it’s better the elves keep themselves hidden from humans. Because they’re crazy, plain and simple. They are as whacked as they come. I wear black from head to toe; I decorate myself in morbid jewelry and pierce myself in places that should never be pierced, so if I am saying they are whacked, then we have to accept that we are royally screwed. Pun intended.” ~Elora
“Do I even want to know why you have that dreamy look on your face?” Elora asked dryly.
Cassie shook her head. “Probably not, unless you need to vomit this morning.”
They walked into their first class and took their usual seats. Elora turned back to Cassie and gestured for her to talk. “Let’s have it, quiver lover.”
Cassie blushed as she thought about why she had the smile plastered on her
