“There are a few rules around here,” she told him. “The first is: don’t leave things around like whoever left all this dairy by the entrance. The second is: make sure you pay your rent on time, which can be delivered by cheque right to my room across the hall or sent via e-transfer. The third is: no loud noises—” Dranian and Luc locked eyes. There would certainly be loud noises. There would certainly be stabbing, and the breaking of bones, and the wailing of pain. “—and the last one is easy. We all want to get along here. So, be nice.” Never in a million faeborn years would Dranian be nice.
