Chapter 52

He groaned. Amy. Tav’s littlest sister. Judging by the shaking of the floor, she was throwing her spectacular hissy fit in the kitchen, and what a hissy fit it was.

“Oh God,” Tav rumbled. “Kill it with fire.”

“S’your sister,” Luca pointed out, and turned over. The bed was too narrow and too short, and a blast of cold air hit his legs. He burrowed into Tav instead, burying his nose between Tav’s shoulder blades and tucked his knee between Tav’s thighs.

“Fuck you and your cold skin.”

“Fuck you in general.”

“Tit.”

“In fact,” Luca yawned, warming to the theme. “Fuck every generation of your ancestors back to the Iron Age, and then, when you’ve got that far, come back down the generations fucking all their siblings and their offspring, so that when you return to this time period, anyone who was ever distantly related to you has been fucked. And when you’ve done that, go fuck yourself.”