“Noooo,” he squealed with laughter. When it didn’t work because Rurik didn’t want to hurt the boy, he pawed at his snout. He had to stem the urge to throw him across the main room and into the wall. He is my son. He is my son. I cannot harm him. I cannot bite or claw him. Amalia will be angered with me again if he injures himself because of me.
