Chapter 8Ryu spent another day watching Egil trade books for paper notes. He did a good job. How could Draken have been displeased with him?
When he flipped the sign to closed on the door, he groaned. “I’m starving.”
Crap. Ryu was a bad mate. He’d eaten several times during the day. The fuzzy orange globes were delicious, and he’d had four. There were miniature eggs in the basket, and Ryu wondered if Egil planned on having a hatchling. What mother traded her eggs? And how would they care for a young?
He studied Egil. Normally, a mated couple was together for a long time before the female laid an egg, and he’d never looked forward to having a hatchling—not because he didn’t like young, but to have a hatchling, he needed to have a female mate. Had he known there were those who traded thei
