CHAPTER 6
“Oh, fiddlesticks. Big men picking me up by my scruff like I’m some kind of puppy. What do they think I am? Okay, fine, so I’m a tiny, little hamster, but that doesn’t mean I like being manhandled. Well, maybe not in that way. Farking ice holes. What the heck did I get myself into?” Tacon grumbled once he shifted back to his human form, then grabbed the stack of clothes left for him and started dressing quickly.
“And since when did trying to help someone out by giving them food, when they are clearly hungry, become an invitation to try to kidnap them? Manhandle, manhandle, manhandle. That’s all these big brutes think they can do with smaller men.”
“Yeah, like you’re so against being manhandled by the big, sexy Griffion, Wolf.” His subconscious argued.
“Fine,” Tacon huffed
