“My man bits?” I barked a laugh, ducking another ball of ice as it hurtled towards my head. “You know the boys will have a field day with the word cock if I use it,” she hissed. “Cock,” Tarin replied instantly, running back out of the playroom with Rygar right behind him as always. Tarin was wholly his mother’s child, full of an impulsive need to find danger and make a game of it. Rygar was mine through and through – he bent the danger to his will and set his brother up to take the fall for any carnage that ensued.
