Becca Ritchie

" A little bird told me you were upset."
Rose lets out a choked cry. "Are you crazy ?" She places her hands on his arms that hold her face but doesn't force him away anymore. "You're talking to birds now?"
His lips twitch into a weak smile. "I'd talk to any woodling creature if it gave me answers about you."
"Would you walk through fire for me?" she deadpans.
"Yes," he accepts the challenge.
"Brand my name on your ass?"
"Possibly."
"Drink cow's blood in my honor?"
"You're so fucking weird," he says with the biggest grin.