I’m not a bleeding little, Mallie. You’re not a man either, you sod. I’m older than you, and I don’t need this kind of stuff no more. My smile mingled with tears in the mane. Kase had whined and complained over getting a stuffed toy—one I’d spent the better half of a month scrimping and saving for the stuffing to make it—but there wasn’t a night he didn’t sleep with Asger beside him.
