tedros

The thing Tedros liked about girls is that they always started the conversation. Most of the time, his job was just to listen, ask questions, and try to understand what in God__ name was going on in their complicated little heads. He rarely had any idea what girls were talking about or why they made everything so torturous in their logic, so playing the role of the strong, silent type usually gave him time to catch up.

Hold on to me!_ Tedros yelled, hacking briars with his training sword.Dazed, Agatha clung to his chest as he withstood thorn lashes with moans of pain. Soon he had the upper hand and pulled Agatha from the Woods towards the spiked gates, which glowed in recognition and pulled apart, cleaving a narrow path for the two Evers. As the gates speared shut behind them,Agatha looked up at limping Tedros, crisscrossed with bloody scratches, blue shirt shredded away.__ad a feeling Sophie was getting in through the Woods,_ he panted, hauling her up into slashed arms before she could protest. __o Professor Dovey gave me permission to take some fairies and stakeout the outer gates. Should have known you__ be here trying to catch her yourself.__gatha gaped at him dumbly.__tupid idea for a princess to take on witches alone,_ Tedros said, dripping sweat on her pink dress.__here is she?_ Agatha croaked. __s she safe?___ot a good idea for princesses to worry about witches either,_ Tedros said, hands gripping her waist. Her stomach exploded with butterflies.__ut me down,_ she sputtered_ __ore bad ideas from the princess.___ut me down!__edros obeyed and Agatha pulled away.____ not a princess!_ she snapped, fixing her collar.__f you say so,_ the prince said, eyes drifting downward.Agatha followed them to her gashed legs, waterfalls of brilliant blood. She saw blood blurring_ Tedros smiled. __ne . . . two . . . three . . .__he fainted in his arms.__efinitely a princess,_ he said.