Artmemisia
He growls annoyed, even if it nearly seems like he is trying to cover a purr.
I giggle as I step out of the hut. “Now, if you could mind-link Logan or Matthew, I would need someone carrying me for real.”
He rolls his eyes as he closes the door behind us, and I’m just waiting for his eyes to glaze over as he crouches down.
“What… What are you doing?” I ask taken aback, looking around to see if someone is watching us.
“Come on. I’m going to carry you to your room,” he says, gesturing to me with his hands to move.
I laugh awkwardly as I play with my fingers, “I was just kidding, Fynn. I just wanted to annoy you. You won’t carry me anywhere.”
With another annoyed growl, he turns around to grab my wrist, pulling me to him. Before I can wrap my thoughts around what is hap
