“You could read me some. If you feel like it.” “So long as you promise never to tell Viggo that I’m actually enjoying them.” “I promise. But why?” “Because if he finds out, he’ll be insufferably smug.” Clearing his throat, Axel opens the book, not where it’s dog-eared halfway through, but at the beginning, before he pauses and feeds me another pretzel. “Now, prepare yourself. I have a stunning English accent.”
