CHAPTER 152978 Olinda
Drac was taking being shot by my Lottier pretty well. He perched on one of the conference room chairs, turned around backward to wrap his arms and wings around the back of the chair. He preened, long tongue flicking out over his fur, and refused to look directly at Shanley.
For his part, Shanley didn't seem all that different. He had cleaned up and changed, putting on spare clothes, but was busy eating his way through a plate of egg rolls.
I picked out a couple, C'lacktal tentacles teasing them off the plate while I held my Torlian coffee in my other hand.
Tabitha was kicked back in the chair across the table from me, feet against the edge of the table, using chop sticks to eat friend rice from a container.
Shanley polished off another egg roll and reached for a
