Chapter 33: Priceless

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. - Kahlil Gibran

Clanging pans and glass shattering rings in my ears and bounces off the walls. Around the corner, I stand at the entrance of the kitchen.

Morph leaps from the island to the top of the open space between the white shell-shaped cabinets and ceiling.

A few multi-colored glass decorations fall to the floor and shatter next to Vlad's bare feet. He jumps back.

I cover my mouth to stifle a snicker.

Morph leaps from his high perch, batting at a large flying insect. His paws connect with Vlad's back and left shoulder, then he lands on the floor, still chasing the winged bug. Morph propels his body forward.

I jump back to avoid a collision and slam into the doorway. His hind legs spin out on the slick floor, unable to find traction.