“This porridge is too cold,” he says in a soft, feminine tone. I drop my eyebrows and squint. “It’s rude as hell to quote Goldilocks to a bear.” Valen winces. “Sorry. I didn’t know.” “Fuck that little blonde bitch,” I say with a gruff growl. “I can’t tell if you’re joking or . . .” He trails off when I start cackling. “You’re a dick.” “You should’ve seen your face.”
