Flor's Fiasco (Icehome, #16)

by Ruby Dixon

Impressive female, I think admiringly. She will not let a male tell her what to do. I like that.

“I am your dork,” I reply. A dork must be a strong-hearted hunter who knows what he wants and I am certainly that.

“You are mine. If T’ia was being attacked by sky-claw and you had a splinter in your finger, I would let them chew freely upon her because your hand comes first.”