"Sorry for spoiling the lovely atmosphere, but I helped you move," Ren spat, clicking his tongue. "I carried the brat with the gems. That counts for manual labor, doesn't it?"
Roxy shrugged, sitting at the edge of the bed as she felt the mattress under her. She was exhausted, her body aching from the birth and the move, but her mind was wide awake.
She badly wanted to explore.
"Then you should leave. We are not giving you a thank you if you are expecting that," Zarek growled, stepping forward. His shadow swallowed the Fox King. "You are no longer needed. Get out."
Ren shivered theatrically, clutching his silk robes. "Oh no, I am scared. The big bad lizard is going to breathe on me."
Syris rolled his eyes at the exaggerated movement. The Basilisk looked ready to summon a poison mist just to shut the Fox up. Torian was already extending his claws, the gold chains around his neck jingling with his agitation.
