Dirge POV
When Dirge awakened in the early morning light, Thessi was curled around him, and Patch’s Ziggy was trying to crawl out the window!
Cursing whoever made such easy-to-open windows, Dirge sprang out of bed and pulled Ziggy back just as the little climber was halfway through the window. Pressing him against his shoulder, Dirge grouched, “Your father wasn’t even this bad at your age. And who put that table and chairs under the window anyway? The Gilmours are going to hear about this.”
Ziggy just laughed. “Uncle Dee funny. Go again!”
“Not on your life,” Dirge grumbled.
Brandy and Bentley both sat up, yawning. Lucina still slept. Like Jiro, she had a way of tuning out everything around her.
Thessalia yawned. “Next time I can use my levitation before he gets that far.”
“I’ll take you up on that.” Dirge patted Ziggy’s soft downy back. “I think these four need to go back to their parents.”
Thessi looked disappointed. “Why?”