“It’s not personal.” John chuckled beside me, but his eyes were tight like he was faking it. “When I woke our Aran up from the two-hour nap, he tried to wrestle me into a choke hold and promised to ‘skin me alive.’” “Sorry about that,” I mumbled. I’d woken up from our two-hour sleep with my fingers around John’s throat. At least he’d been warm. Unlike Sadie, who liked to grapple for dominance (she always lost; let’s be real),
