ROARK
“I
’ll save
you from the vicious, fire-breathing dragon, Princess!” Flicking his paper chain like a whip, Roark grinned wide as a laugh burst from my chest. My body trembled, eyes wide and face hot, and I pressed myself deeper into the corner while he readjusted his silver, paper hat on his head.
The scary, fire-breathing dragon had taken over my coffee table, and I glanced down at it to choke a giggle. Roark had made an origami swan out of orange paper, and it was damn near the cutest thing I’d ever seen. In slow motion I watched him whip his paper chain along the table, and the origami swan fell to the floor like the climax fight in an action movie. Clapping my palms together, I bounced slightly with a whoo that was nearly drowned out by the blood roaring in my ears.
Adrenalin
