Fair Trade (The Kanti Cycle Book 3)

Kanti almost wished his master’s nephew could see him stalking closer and closer, step by step, toward the apartment complex.

I’m coming for you, Blaze, he thought. Sarsuk couldn’t stop me. Saquel couldn’t stop me. The heat, the weather, the lake … not even the garr could stop me. There’s no way I’m letting an arrogant bastard like you get the better of me.