Ren was out of the furs and into her dress before Viper could say another word.
She hauled the obsidian door open and ran. Viper's tail scraped along the stone beside her. Behind them, Syris took the time to tie his robe.
"Did anyone feed him?" Ren asked.
"Bia threw it a fish," Viper said. "It would not touch the fish."
'Of course he wouldn't.'
She opened her inventory on the run. Tubers. Greens. One melon. A glowing mushroom.
Ding!
[System: The Shop does not sell meat, Host. We have discussed this.]
Every few hours, she had told Viper. Then she had gone to bed with a snake.
She heard the growl before she reached the scullery. It was low and it didn't stop for breath.
The archways were packed with guards, every spear pointed the same way. Ren shoved through them.
Kaelen was on his feet in front of the hearth, three legs braced, his head swinging from spear to spear. Oreo hung off his neck by two fistfuls of fur, hissing at the room. Foam had dried white along Kaelen's jaw.
