Extraits

"His eyes widening, he again surged to his feet. “Don’t know her well enough?” he repeated, feeling anger building behind the words.

He resumed his pacing to try and release some of his frustration. “I believe I know her better than anyone here. We have lived together for months—day and night. How could I not know her? I know that she loves to read, but her favorite subjects in school were math and science. I know that her favorite color is pink, but she tells everyone else it’s red because it’s less ‘girly.’ I know that she’s frightened of spiders and bats, though they fascinate her. I know that her favorite scent is fresh citrus and her favorite ice cream is cinnamon. I know she misses her human mother, Jean, and her friends from school. I know that she used to enjoy baking and attending events at the local theater and she participated in her school’s choir. I know her favorite flowers are daisies because she thinks they look whimsical and sweet. I know she wishes that she was as strong as you and as graceful as Skye, and fails to recognize her own many strengths and talents. I know she’s beautiful and perfect and…”

He again trailed off. He realized that Amber was staring at him calmly, as if waiting for him to finally make his point. And then he knew exactly what that point was. He sank back down onto the bench.

“And I know that I love her more than anything in this world.”"