Chapter 9

Playfully Kyer bit at the fabric of my tunic, tugging it in his teeth. “Hear that? I’m all yours.”

As Brin passed, she grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet. “Sorry, Kyer. This one belongs to me.”

I snagged his hand and helped him stand, too. Brin led us down the aisle, holding my arm as I held onto Kyer. Lyra walked in front, shaking her head. “Boys,” she declared, to anyone who would listen. “We should get rid of them all and start our own Colony.”

With a laugh, I countered, “That wouldn’t last long.”

“Why not?” Brin shot back. “I’ve heard there are enough genes in storage to last several generations.”

Behind me, Kyer said, “Admit it, you’d be bored without us.”

Brin gave him a smile over her shoulder. “Oh, honey, you know we take pills for that.”

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