“She sells seashells,” Zora said slowly enunciating each word. Broc’s face grew darker but he made no move toward her. Zora’s hand rested on her sword, but she didn’t move closer either. “Put, pat, putt,” Zora began and stopped due to a fit of giggling.
Next there were things flying out of her mouth in Italian. Broc and Duke were probably old enough to know every language on the planet. I didn’t speak anything but English and Math. Still, I could assume they were insults as Broc’s face grew steadily darker, but he was stuck. If he attacked again, Duke would probably kill him.
I wasn’t the only one who realized it either. Adding salt to the wound in true Zora fashion, was the fact that even if he could talk, he wouldn’t be properly enunciating those syllables any time soon.
Then it hit m
