Roman frowned as he watched her study, completely baffled over how she was simply ignoring him so easily. He tried to keep himself occupied on his phone but he quickly growing bored of that. “Eve.” He called out to try and catch her attention. “I swear I’m going to throw your textbook out of the window. You’ve been studying all day. I’m dying of boredom over here.”
You look like shit. [Then she remembered Evangeline who stared at her wide eyed] Sorry.
You said I'm not to use such language - and yet you do.
I can curse, because I'm older, and I know when it's most effective. And right now, our friend looks like absolute shit.
You look even worse in the morning, Lysandra.
Careful, Lysandra. You've got a hellion on your hands.
If you've finished eating the tarts clean off our plates, Evangeline, go onto the roof and raise hell for Aedion and Rowan.
Take care with Rowan. He's still on the mend. But pretend that he isn't. Men get pissed if you fuss.
[A wicked gleam in her eye, Evangeline bounded for the front door]
She's going to be a handful when she's older
You think I don't know that? Eleven years old, and she's already a tyrant. It's an endless stream of 'Why?' and 'I would prefer not to' and 'why, why, why' and 'no, I should not like to listen to your good advice, Lysandra'.