I chuckled at his grumpiness. “You’re giving Mr. Grumpy Cat a run for his money.” His spine snapped straight. “Huh?” “Easton. He’s always scowling and hissing. So, I call him Mr. Grumpy Cat in my head.” Cáel’s lips twitched. “He know that?” “Not unless Knox told him.” “I really want to be around when he finds out.” I choked on a laugh. “If he doesn’t want insulting nicknames, he shouldn’t be a jerk.”
