Chapter 6The next morning, Namir threw on a pair of threadbare jeans and hurried into the kitchen. He’d shut Mara in there last night. It made him feel bad, but he couldn’t have her pecking around in his bedroom.
Maybe he could turn Chaton’s old room into a bird room. It was on the opposite side of the house but easy to get to should he need to.
“Mara?” He held the door open and looked around the kitchen. There was poop and feathers on the floor, the water bowl was tipped over, and she was scratching her claws on top of the kitchen table.
“No! No birds on the table.” He stumbled over to her, still half asleep.
Holding her to his chest, he hurried toward the patio door, and let out a whimper as the cold morning air caressed his bare torso, and the frost-covered ground attacked his feet.
