“Have you lost your mind? I can’t very well walk this busy street. I’d be stepped on and squished like a grape.” She set her large puppy dog eyes on Thane and her smile turned into a pout. Looking between the two of them, Layala asked, “Has Thane been carrying you around?” He stooped down and grabbed her by the back of her dress and slid her into the hood of his cloak. “Unfortunately, I’ve become a pack mule for the wretched creature.”
