“It’s a long climb, and you’re tired. Do you need me to carry you?” “No,” I said indignantly. “You are not going to sling me over your shoulder like a victorious medieval knight making off with the spoils of battle.” Matthew pressed his lips together, eyes dancing. “Don’t you dare laugh at me.” He did laugh, the sound bouncing off the stone walls as if a pack of amused vampires were standing in the stairwell.
