I see Jace pass out and I catch him, setting his head on my lap. Zoey watches and chuckles. I glance up at her and she looks away, still trying not to laugh.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
It's a pity the dictionary has only one definition of beauty. In my world, there are 7.9 billion types of it- all different and still beautiful. — anne27