" I start to work the buttons open on Morpheus’s black shirt, but Jeb brushes me aside and takes over.
Morpheus places his hand on Jeb’s busy fingers, eyes opened to slits. “Ah, my pretty pseudo elf.” He takes a labored breath. “Is it time at last to express our unrequited feelings? "
― A.G. Howard , Unhinged (Splintered, #2)