I idly stroke my fingers over the teeny tiny scales that line Coco’s forehead, each an intricate shade of iridescent blue and surprisingly soft and warm. He purrs at the attention, his neck and head stretched out across my thigh, a little plum-tinted drool dribbling out into my skirt. I smirk at that.
He cracks one eye open at the noise of the lattice, the dark head that appears over the edge of the roof. I look too, my face probably expressionless, probably. I don’t know. I’m too tired to guess.
Auden stops climbing when he loops his arms up and over the edge of the roof, frowning as he peers at us, a bottle of wine clutched in his broad hand. “Did he seriously drink the wine?”
“Yes,” I say, turning my eyes back to Coco, who frequently likes a sip or two from my glass.
“Is that…good f
