Drago carried the limp body of a fish in one clawed hand and several large pieces of ripe fruit in the other. He had picked the fruit at the last minute from a large bush full of ripe red treedrops. The fish he had caught from a nearby freshwater lake.
Swooping down, he landed on the railing, balancing for a moment before he hopped down. He placed both the fish and the fruit on the balcony before he shifted and looked around. The table was cleared of the morning breakfast several hours before.
Glancing toward the French doors, he saw they were closed as well. Bending, he picked up the fish and the fruit. He would clean the fish after he let Carly know he had returned.
Gingerly opening the door with a wave of his hand, he stepped inside. He caught the door with his foot, preventing it fr
