“Darach squeezed Lachlan’s shoulder. “Glad you’re still with us.” “Amber too,” Kerr said, his biceps bulging as he crossed his arms over his huge chest. “I still have to prove to her I’m not a weak, mewling lad with my stones caught in her grip.” “Sorry, lad, we doona have all year,” Gregor said.”

“Darach squeezed Lachlan’s shoulder. “Glad you’re still with us.” “Amber too,” Kerr said, his biceps bulging as he crossed his arms over his huge chest. “I still have to prove to her I’m not a weak, mewling lad with my stones caught in her grip.” “Sorry, lad, we doona have all year,” Gregor said.”

— Alyson McLayne