“I used to survive on cabbages in harsh winters, so …” he said, rolling his eyes at the girl. “My father was the only person who ncalled me Caleb, so I’m don’t particularly like it when others call me that.”
“I’m not saying anything against the humble cabbage itself, just its affiliates.” Klaire rolled her eyes playfully at the vampire “I get it, you know. You don’t like the memories your name inspires, whatever. I shan’t bring it up again, no biggie."Klaire shrugged appearing as nonchalant as she could.
Ravens and Writing Desks 