I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for fight before I make the final sacrifice. Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the headlights. It seems I've made the final sacrifice.
He does notice the simply way in which she tries to cast her eyes upon the book. The boy will draw his knee’s up; trying to hide the pages from her. It was his — and his alone. “….. it’s about creatures. Beasts. Magical beings.”
She wanted to know, oh, so badly. The fact that he was being vague did not cure the bookworm’s curiosity. “Is that so? And if I may ask, what is the title of the book?” She was sure she had read it before– sureof it.