" Love grins. Well, what have we here? She leaps off the branch, drops twenty feet, and lands behind him with a resounding thud that causes the ground to ripple. She intends to jab at his backpack and knock it off his shoulder. For disturbing her rest, this boy deserves a good scare, and she’s keen to give him one. However, she is not prepared for him to dart around. And to lock eyes with her. "
― Natalia Jaster , Touch (Selfish Myths, #1)