Firefly Glen keep your head up, keep your heart strong.

Fig released his grip on Fenn’s scruff in the fall, opting to leave his mouth free to laugh in triumph rather than incapacitate her further. He took a sharp breath when she fell upon him, then rolled to shift her off of him.

Once freed, he stood again and faced her in a play now, panting through his smile. ”Come on,” he teased good-naturedly, ”You can do better than that.”