If you think you’re lost, just follow the river.

Go fuck yourself, Lennox.”He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why don’t you do it yourself, Grady?”My jaw practically pops out of its socket in an attempt to keep my damn mouth shut, to keep my cool and not let him get to me, no matter how much it goes against my nature.“Feisigh do thoin fein,” I growl under my breath in Gaelic. Because yeah, I’m a mature twenty-one year old guy who just told him to fuck his own ass in a language there isn’t a chance in hell he speaks.

Someone want to enlighten me, so I don’t get fucking lost in the middle of the mountains if I decide to take a nice stroll…and don’t end up throwing myself over a cliff?”Sounds pretty fucking good right now. Actually scratch that and point me to the nearest death drop, thanks.