Kit sighed and settled into the chair. “Right, then. Flynn Carter, aye?” His Scottish accent was more pronounced than Rory’s. “Well, you don’t look quite as scrawny as Rory reported.” Ouch. I glared at Rory, annoyance overriding my fear. I raked my eyes over his small frame. “Right, because you’re clearly qualified to judge physical proportions.” Rory’s mouth dropped open, and Kit barked out a laugh. I tried not to look smug.
