“Sit down, Acacia. I’m sure the boy’s got room for more. Anyway, if you brought over a container of mud, he’d probably eat it just because you made it.” Echo went to grab another fork and handed it to me and then ruffled my hair.
Everyone’s eyes darted to Acacia when the growl, low and menacing, ripped out of her mouth. She immediately slapped her hand over her mouth and cowered, looking back and forth from Hawke to Echo, silently begging them to overlook it.
Echo never missed a beat. “Oh, dear girl. This one is like a son to me. But I’ll keep my affection to myself until you and he get all this sorted out. Looks like the process is moving along just fine.”
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