Chapter 89

• On Saturday morning, Inara ventured into the kitchen, still yawning, when she stopped short. Agron and his men were busy with breakfast, arguing about what Inara would prefer to eat and drink. She watched them for a while until Kadri cleared his throat as he pointed in her direction.
• “What’s going on?” She asked them.
• They all had sheepish looks on their faces, causing her to smile with amusement. Granit was a big man, maybe even bigger than Austin, and he was wearing a navy blue apron dusted with flour. Kadri was squeezing fresh oranges while Besnik was kneading dough and Dren was cutting up fruit. Agron seemed to be frying bacon.