Blaiz
“My goodness, Blaiz! What have you done to yourself?” Syrana fussed, waking me up in the process.
I tried to shoo her away, but Syrana grabbed my wrist and testily demanded, “Knock it off, boy! You know that nonsense doesn’t work on me. Now get up and let me tend to your hands.”
As I followed the woman that I looked up to like a second mother, she grumbled, “You might be grown, but that doesn’t mean I won’t knock some sense into you if it's needed.”
She had never actually done that, but she sure had threatened it enough times throughout my life. Not taking her seriously, I chuckled and asked, “Do you threaten my boy like that?”
Syrana spun around and scoffed at me, then she flipped me on the ear before turning back around and stepping into the bathroom. I followed her and sat
