“Go on, son!” I roared to Lance. “Give him hell!” “Son?” Azriel hooked an eyebrow up at me. “He is that to me, Azriel,” I said fiercely and he moved closer, grasping my arm. “And Gwendalina is a daughter to me,” he said, the two of us sharing a brief smile before we turned back to watch the fight.
Awwww
