Chris started to understand that Dax had left him in Saha not only because it was safer but also because the menace had calmly dropped his entire schedule onto Chris's very pretty shoulders and walked out of the country with the relaxed confidence of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.
"I should kill him," Chris muttered, flipping through the stack of folders like they were personally offensive.
Nero was on the rug near the couch with a selection of soft toys that had clearly been chosen by someone who believed in 'development.' Nero believed in chaos. He grabbed one plush animal, shoved half of it into his mouth, and then stared at Chris as if daring him to comment.
Chris didn't.
He was currently fighting for his life against the calendar.
It was a nightmare.
