CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
A shallow voice calls out from the middle of the cottage. “Who the bloody Mihajla are all of you?”
Sarah and Meloni rush to the family room.
A young man holding a rope of dead rabbits stands at the front door.
Meloni holds her chest, exhaling hard, and smiles. Looking at everyone, she giggles. Walking over to the young man, she hugs him.
Boris sheathes his sword, squinting at the young man. “Coren? Is that yaouw?” His eyes widen as he blinks a few times.
Coren looks at Boris the same way and takes a few steps forward. “Imu’lawk?” He licks his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth.
Boris leans back, grinning. “It is yaouw! Coren me boy, come eya!” He holds out his arms.
Coren greets him with a strong hug.
They grunt, patting each other on the backs.
Coren pats
