Sonny wasn’t the same kid he used to be. Years of training had toughened him up. He wasn’t at Titus’s level, but handling Lucas was child’s play now.
Lucas couldn’t push him around anymore—and neither could the older cousins.
Uncle Duncan was right: when you’re strong, people respect you.
Serenity glanced at him. “If you don’t like them, just stay away. Forget they exist. Want to stop for a little shopping before we head back?”
Sonny thought for a moment and shook his head. “Dad bought us plenty of snacks and toys. That’s enough. Let’s just go home. I miss Belle and Livia. Auntie, did Livia ask about me?”
Serenity laughed softly. “Of course she did! You know how much she sticks to you. When you’re gone, she asks every ten minutes when you’ll be back. Even Belle asked a few times.”
Livia, being six months older than Belle, already spoke in full sentences.