“If you don't relax and start reading, I'll have to begin narrating out loud. And fair warning, I do voices. And accents."
He clears his throat dramatically and looks down at his book before reciting in a thick Scottish brogue. ""I don' wan'a cup'a tea' McNally told the told widow. 'I wan'a see Cormack.' 'I told ye,' she replied. 'Cormack don' wan'a see ye. Ye'll hav'te wait till-'"
Ward stop butchering what should have been an enchanting accent the moment I snap my book open.
"You should see your face right now," he says, grinning. "But come on, I wasn't that bad."
I beg to differ. I feel like my ears are bleeding.”