Five hours later… The chaos became a routine.
Raya was now:
✔ Sitting beside me like a gigantic guard dog, one head on the left, one on the right
✔ Resting her heavier head (I called this one Raya 1) on my lap
✔ Using her sassier head (Raya 2) to glare at Sir Alex every time he breathed
✔ Swatting Henry with her tail whenever he attempted to approach me
✔ Accidentally stepping on Joff—twice—because she "forgot he was there"
✔ Attempting to braid Coffi's hair with her claws like she was playing makeover
✔ Growling in dark-magic sass tones at Chubby
✔ Purring—YES, PURRING—whenever I scratched her chin scales
Her purr sounded like a small avalanche. A vibrating boulder. A natural disaster with feelings.
Sir Alex watched it all, horrified beyond mortal comprehension. "This is unnatural," he muttered.
I beamed. "Thank you!"
"That was not a compliment."
I rolled my eyes.
Raya 2 hissed at him. He stepped back four meters.
Then…
