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He put Sawyer's hand up to his mouth.
His face broke into a grin. "Why would you be sorry, silly Dryad?"
He ignored her, disappearing into the gloom of the woods.
“Are you gonna shower?”
“To me, you are.”
“Fine!” He picked up Sawyer and opened his mouth.
He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
His expression didn’t soften and his jaw tightened as he watched her warily. “Fine. Go serve your mother, then,” he said, pulling his cloak from...
“I’m sorry. I know you like to sleep in.”
“Yeah, but you’re special.”
“It’s my child...”
“My tongue is a part of me and you called it cute.”
He looked at her with disgust, his brows furrowing. “Wow. You know, Tezhki, I wouldn’t want to make someone I loved choose between their culture...
“I don’t know, my love. It just happens.”
“I’m not very nice, Gabe. You know that.”
He sighed mournfully .
"I'm sorry, but you realize that you called me cute, right?"
He ignored her pleas and turned to look at her with a glare. "So this Siren Woman is controlling anyone and making people fight to the death for...
"In about half an hour," she said blearily.
"Hmph. Barely."
