“Sweaty beast?” Kian made a show of looking around, trying and failing to hide a smile. “I don’t see your mother here.” “She’s at home,” Daerick said flatly. “Recovering from the ten seconds you gave her last night.” Kian clapped a hand to his heart. “You wound me, Lord Calatris.” “Yes, well, I’d shoot you an ugly look to go with it, but you already have one.”
I’m sorry, the snickering that came out of me
