Re: Sorting stuff with Sarah
Richie's hands clenched into fists and he was just about to blast her computer off the table when...
No.
Yes!!
No!
But...
No buts.
Seething with anger he stared at her, still unable to find anything to say, his grandmother's voice ringing in his head with one of her mottos she had taught him - if you don't have anything nice to say, then you don't have anything to say.
Even during all his years fighting the Ra'zac, Galbatorix, and the Shades, he had never heard anything like he had just heard come out of Sarah.
And realising he couldn't do what his father had told him, he turned on his heels and stalked away.