#Harper
We reached the porch. Alec had already stolen three biscuits and was pretending he hadn’t. Jackson ignored him with the profound determination of a man who had decided not to go to prison today. Moira handed me a plate and, because she knew me, slid a mug of coffee beside it like a bribe.
I have no idea what a bloody biscuit is? Well, I am about to find out.. I bit into a biscuit. Butter and sugar and warm.. Delicious.. Reminds me of my mum's scones tbh. “So. Future training montage. Am I learning to fistfight a bear?”
“Gods, no,” Thorne said mildly. “You’ll learn not to be where the bear is swinging.”
“That’s anticlimactic.”
“Effective,” Jackson said.
Rowan took a biscuit and didn’t eat it. He watched Thorne, then me, then the tree line. I got the sense his brain was solvin
