Okay, but, how on EARTH was he supposed to help her with her studies when he couldn’t take his eyes off her ? He couldn’t stop thinking about her beautiful hair and blond eyelashes and sweet face and dainty hands ... Tybalt rested his chin in his palm and stared for a moment longer before murmuring in a dazed fashion (as if he grew sleepy just being with her in the silence): “Do you still need my help, Cosette?”













