Chapter Nine
Iyamar, Egg and Teyo were arguing. Loudly.
Serena sat with Fabian in the parlour of their apartment, she sipping from a large mug of steaming cayluch, Fabian half-lying in his armchair with his long legs stretched out before him and his eyes directed ceilingward. His dark hair, unbound, spilled messily over the cushions; Serena guessed that he hadn’t brushed it for a day or two. She itched to neaten it for him, but knew better than to interfere.
The raised voices emanating from the next room belonged mostly to Iyamar and, to a lesser extent, Egg. Teyo she barely heard, which surprised her not at all. He rarely spoke above a normal volume, and never shouted.
‘But I hate it!’ Iyamar yelled. ‘I didn’t ask for it!’
‘We didn’t ask to have our apartment ripped open by a draykon
