164

Danny

The door opens and closes with a bang, causing Goldie to lift his head in his crib. “Oh, I guess Arawn is home.”

I gather all my books and notes to stuff them into my backpack quickly before I run downstairs.

Arawn has halted in the entrance hall and is still buried in his phone as I reach him. He lifts his head to nod at me with a smile. “Hey, Danny.”

“Hey, Arawn. Amber said she would be home late tonight. Are we watching the game on the big screen?” I ask excitedly as Goldie barks and jumps around his feet.

He hums, agreeing with me absentmindedly while he still checks his messages. “Did you look for a dog school like she asked you to?”

“No,” I groan, swinging my arms. “I don’t want to go to one. And I’m sure that Goldie doesn’t need it anyway.”

Sighing, he closes his eyes shortly, before he mumbles. “The damn dog needs a better name.”

“I can train him too.”

“You can’t, Deiniol,” he growls.

And how I fucking hate it when he uses my full name.

It always means bad new