She lowered herself onto the furry blankets beside me, muttering something about the beds being too low for old dears like her, before resting a hand on my knee. It was just an innocent, friendly pat, and I didn’t mind her obvious tactileness—she was like my grandma—but for some reason, it set Voh-ack off. He snarled at her, a threatening sound if I’d ever heard one, and I tensed, preparing for a verbal brawl, but she just shot him a warning glare as a mother would her child. After all of three seconds, he backed down, huffing petulantly. I liked this woman.
