“MUST YOU look so pained?”
Eirik released a long-suffering sigh before turning away from his brother. He loved Malachi, but at times he was awfully tempted to send the winter elf off a snowy cliff.
“I look pained because I am,” Eirik muttered as he made himself comfortable on the expansive window seat.
“For Kringle’s sake.” Malachi snatched Eirik’s book from his hand, much to Eirik’s exasperation. “Your only son is getting…