“My sweet human. You know I love you, yes?” Danny looked uncertain—and a little suspicious. “Um, yes. I love y—” “But you were a terrible soldier,” I cut in, trying to keep my voice gentle. He stared up at me, lips parted in disbelief. “What—No, I wasn’t!” He grimaced, even as his face flushed. “Okay, maybe I was.” “It’s just not your calling,” I told him, stroking his cheek. “There’s no shame in it.” “Oh, really? Because it feels like there’s shame in it right now.”
