He nodded, trying to hide a cheeky grin in response to my unspoken question. “Shut the fuck up,” I muttered. “Didn’t say anything.” “Didn’t have to.” “It’s okay to admit you’re becoming a softy.” “Said the guy carrying them on his back.” “I don’t want to deal with Brexley’s wrath.” Ash pulled on the backpack with the two stowaways inside. “Now she actually scares me, you big ol’ teddy bear.” “I will kill you.”
