Drake lowered the empty thermos and rubbed his forehead, torn between a spike of amusement and a blanket of weary exasperation. THESE TWO. ESPECIALLY YOU, CASSIAN.
"You'll do no such thing," Amberdrake finally capped the emptied thermos and put it away. "The next one of you to attack the other is getting spanked." Because honestly. Drake didn't care how old Cassian might be under all that lack of aging; he'd dealt with older. He'd very likely make good on that threat.
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"You'll do no such thing," Amberdrake finally capped the emptied thermos and put it away. "The next one of you to attack the other is getting spanked." Because honestly. Drake didn't care how old Cassian might be under all that lack of aging; he'd dealt with older. He'd very likely make good on that threat.