Thirty… That would make him at least seventy-two years old and I know that’s not right.
Then, Sisans prove they can be monsters too.
I don’t need to ask to know that. “How long were you alone?”
There? Two years? Seven? No Sisan to track time. Seasons too subtle.
I’ll see if I can’t find Matan in the public records. However old Kissu is… he’s older than my parents would be.
“I hope you like snow,” I tell him. “Our seasons don’t change much either.”
Like snow.
“There are four of us,” I tell him, “So I hope you like them too.”
We see.
“Has he told you the secrets of the universe yet?” Kilo asks, yawning.
“No. Has Bowie?”
“He’s tried.” Kilo laughs and then mutters something under his breath. “We should get together with Breaker and Mr. Jones and have a playdate.”
Kissu makes a low and rumbling noise.
“I don’t think he wants to make new friends right now.”
Kilo chuckles and then sits bolt upright. “Saints above, how fast are you going?”
“Too fast,” Riann says, muttering, almost as if he’s still asleep.
“I want to catch up. Can’t do that if we’re obeying the limits.”
Kilo glances nervously at the readout in front of me. “Just don’t get us killed.”
“I’ll try not to.”
SHOCK
The door chimes almost as soon as I get back, and I thank the saints that Risk and Chrys are down in the workout room.
Hazard is nosy for the fun of it and even though I know he’ll know sooner than most of the brotherhood, I am veryhappy to let Hannah be the one to tell him about our houseguest.
His lover won’t have to field the questions I would.
“What a rare occasion,” I say sarcastically when I open the door.
He chuckles as he comes in and then he scowls. “Why in the saints’ names is it so hot in here?”
“We’re trying something new.” And it’s nothot, it’s a normal temperature.
Eyes narrowed, Hazard walks further into the room.
He won’t go into the back hall, or downstairs, so I let him survey the space.
“This is new,” he says, patting the metal supports of Chrys’ cat tree.
“I think Risk wants to get a zurgle.”
