Oh my gods. I knew this wouldn’t end well. She never listens. I said, “Maybe we shouldn’t, Rose, maybe Amandín is a little crazy, ROSE.” But she said, “Let me seduce you with how warm I am BECAUSE I AM LITERALLY MADE OF FIRE.”
That’s not how it happened; of course not. She giggled or something, that’s how she seduces me. I mean, it’s not like this is new to us, just GODS I NEVER THINK EVER NOT EVER. Now I’m a prisoner, she’ll be dead soon, and Éndago will probably hate me when he hears, which is sad.
I can’t believe she jumped. I was sure she had some secret fire powers she was about to unleash on Amandín’s stupid ugly face, but she just jumped.