Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“I was only small. It was one of those read-it-yourself books with the pictures in place for words and all that shite. They should have rated it PG because I swear to god, I genuinely believed the whole fucking sky was going to cave in on me.” He shook his head at the memory. “I slept under—rather than on—my bed for three fucking weeks until my da finally caved and moved me into one of the bedrooms downstairs.” “Why?” I laughed loudly. “What good was moving downstairs going to do if the sky was falling?” Johnny grinned and his dimples deepened in his cheeks. “Ah, see…” He chuckled, tapping his head with his forefinger. “In my naive six-year-old mind, I was thinking that if the sky did in fact fall, it might break the roof, but it couldn’t possibly break the downstairs ceiling, too. I’d have a better chance of surviving on the ground level.” “You were a clever little fella, weren’t you?” “I was something alright,” Johnny replied, laughing along with me. “A bleeding eejit.”