Drake wiped imaginary sweat from his brow.
"These two are final bosses," he whispered.
He turned slowly in a circle.
Then he heard it. A soft, barely there giggle.
Drake's ears perked.
He followed the sound quietly, tiptoeing past the flowers, past the garden arch, past a little storage nook—
And found Sable curled up inside a big, fluffy outdoor cushion basket, half buried under soft pillows like a sleepy kitten hiding in a nest.
Sable blinked up at him, eyes wide and innocent.
Drake melted instantly. "…You are too cute to hide," he whispered, gently tapping his forehead. "Found."
Sable smiled shyly and hopped out, cheeks warm.
Now only one remained.
Vlad Jr.
The garden felt strangely quiet.
Drake narrowed his eyes. "He thinks he is unbeatable."
He searched behind trees. Nothing.
Behind statues. Nothing.
Behind the tool shed. Nothing.
Then he noticed something odd.
A neatly folded black cloth draped over a small garden chair.
Drake stared.
