His smile widened enough to show off his fangs. “Careful, Maris might get jealous if he hears you using his nickname for me.” He scooted off the bed and retrieved his coat.

Syn growled at him before he took the coat out of his hands. “You don’t need to wear something this heavy. What are you thinking?”

“That you’re worse than my yaya.”

“Yeah, well, just wait until you see how many of us are crashed at your house. You’re going to think yaya.”

Dancer growled low in his throat. “Are you serious?”

“I know, you hate company. Deal with it. You’re wounded. Both of you are hunted, and Sumi just challenged one of the most decorated Andarion soldiers in your armada to a death match. Until we get everything settled, you got the yaya contingency sitting on you. Congratulations, bud. Smile.”

Baring his fangs, he draped his arm around Sumi’s shoulders. “Fine. I just want to sleep in my own bed again.” He led her to the entrance, where Fain waited with a transport.

Sumi wasn’t sure what to expect. Eris, the capital city of Andaria, was extremely modern and crowded. Congested. There were over ten million Andarions who called it home.

“You okay?” Dancer asked as he noticed her discomfiture.

She bit her lip. “I’ve never been in a city so large. It’s impressive.” And terrifying.

Dancer pointed to the tallest building, which was almost in the center of the city. It had a main spire that rose high against a huge moon. “That’s the royal palace where your mother lives.”

She blushed at his teasing reminder.

“The two buildings flanking it are government buildings. One is the ruling senate that reports to and advises the queen. The other is the courthouse.” He pointed to a smaller building nestled in the center of a park. “That’s Nykyrian’s house. Not that he’s here much. He mostly stays with his family in his father’s Triosan palace.”

“It’s rare for anyone in Eris to own a house,” Syn explained. “There’s just so many Andarions and so little property left.”

She looked at Dancer. “So you live in an apartment building?”

Sheepish, he glanced away.

Syn leaned forward. “See that huge round building on the coast?”

She nodded.

“That’s where your boyfriend lives.”

Her jaw went slack. “By yourself?”

He passed an irritated glare to Syn for ratting on him. “My paternal yaya you met earlier gave it to me after my paran died ten years ago. It was his wedding present to her and she couldn’t stand living there without him. My father’s the eldest of her children, so by rights, it should have been his. However, she refused to let my parents have it, because she hates my mother… so it went to me.”

Fain cleared his throat. “Dancer was always her favorite. He looks the most like our paran.”