Fire Sale {Part Seven}

“Why are there two?”

Wren glanced at his brother from the corner of his eye, trying to gauge his reaction to the (perfectly legitimate) question they had just been asked by their Madam. When he saw the slight jump in Raven’s jaw, he knew that his brother was trying to keep his laughter in check, so Wren jumped in to respond.

“Because we… sort of got another one?” He ended lamely, shrugging.

“Why?” She pressed, looking past the boys to the patio, where the new arrival was talking animatedly to Drayce.

“Because he just sort of…appeared.” Raven answered, glancing behind himself to the window, frowning when Drayce sent him a sly wink.

“Un-huh.”She deadpanned, looking between the two of them.

“I believe she expects us to, well, negotiate.” Raven supplied, looking to his brother.

“Yes, but last week a dragon almost set my hair on fire, so it’s your turn to negotiate.” Wren shot back.

“Oh for goodness’ sake!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air. “I’ll go negotiate!”

She stalked out of the room, muttering under her breath about twins and dragons and flaming hair, and the boys both turned to watch her through the window.

Drayce stood as soon as she appeared in the doorway, the tall brunette bowing his head to her before he turned and motioned to the silver-haired man who had hurried to his feet, smiling brightly as he took their Madam’s hand and kissed the back of it.

He was as tall as Drayce, but with a lither build, his silver hair cut short, where Drayce’s long dark locks tumbled down his back. His skin was almost more tan than Drayce’s, and it stood in stark contrast to his hair and ice-blue eyes.

He talked animatedly to the woman as she joined them at their table, sitting between the two of them, visibly relaxing the longer the three of them chatted.

Raven was just about to suggest that they leave the trio to their own devices, when their Madam stood, and returned inside.

“Well?” Wren prompted. “What’s the verdict?”

“Arian is staying.” She smiled back, clearly pleased with herself. “He’ll be making a nest in the mountains, probably northwest of Drayce’s own. Is that agreeable with everyone?”

Wren and Raven shared a sly grin before schooling their features and looking back to their Madam, speaking in unison.

“Perfectly agreeable, Madam.”


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