I couldn’t resist letting my fingers trace the surface of the water as I walked by. Bathtub warm, the water housed fancy Koi that swam lazily around the circular pond, one even coming up to nibble at my fingers. “Don’t tease my fish, Rylee,” Doran said without looking back at me. He pushed our prisoner ahead of him, controlling her with ease. “You teased my Harpy. I think I can play with your fish if I want to.” He grunted but said nothing more. I tapped the top of the water for good measure and watched as all the fish raced to the surface for food. Alex, watching me carefully, stuck both paws into the water, pinioning a fish between his paws. With a strangled squawk, I smacked his paws. “Let it go.” It was one thing to tease the fish, another to kill them. Alex stuck out his bottom lip and let go with an exaggerated flip of his feet. “Fine.” Damn, he’d picked up the sullen teenager act from Pamela. “Don’ Feeder” He rolled his eyes before answering. “Fiiiiiiiiiiine.”
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