Dragoncrest Cliffs Hotter than a fantasy

it wasn't lafayette's turn to watch the babies, so he was spending time by the shore, walking without purpose and staring aimlessly at the waves. nothing had been able to break him out of the listlessness he felt since his auntie chacal had gone away, along with so many others.

nothing—until today.

his eyes cut sideways as they perceived a pudgy red-and-black form in the periphery, galloping haphazardly toward the water. heart in his throat, he raced toward his tiny cousin, flinging sand and pebbles in his wake.

fabienne! stop, ti fi! lafayette hollered, trying to pitch his voice above the noise of the wind and sea. fabienne, stop!

he was gaining ground, but the surf was still far too close. would he get to her before she she was caught in the maelstrom—just as he had once been?