He then squashed her swollen cheeks, making her look like a flattened pufferfish. Her face flushing, Maxi irritably pushed his hands away. His evasive manner seemed to trigger something, and it felt like she bristled with thorns.
"You laugh, but… Borsche she is utterly innocent—but also utterly unafraid… she touches me. And she wants to see my skin. She has no idea what she's doing—if I allowed her, I suspect she would have me strip just so she could look at me—then walk away with no clue what she's done to me!"
She looked at him again and smiled. "My mother said that too. Oh, good. So, you have done this before? Mother says it's very important to find a man who has done it many times because apparently you all need a great deal of practice before you're good at helping a woman find her Quickening. Mother said Father—"
“It was great! We talked over a few drinks at a local bar. Bethany really knows how to capture a room and reel them in. She has great assets to bring to the table.” Carl went on about how amazing my sister was.
She glared at him, then squeezed her eyes shut and charged. She barely managed two steps before her foot caught on a stone, sending her lurching forward.