Kori didn't answer Arashi. She crossed the room in four steps, turned, and dropped backwards onto the couch with full, almost as she wasn't able to stand up any longer.
The couch was broken, and everyone knew that too well. It had been broken since before any of the teenagers had lived there.
There was a metallic bang, then a noise like a door being closed on a stack of ceramic plates, and the entire piece of furniture folded in half.
The back got flung backward and the seat came up, like something closing a mouth, and the couch that had held three people a half-second earlier became a furniture clam in the middle of Kori's living room with two legs sticking out of one side.
Feris took one leg to the head.
It caught her across the temple as she sat cross-legged on the floor, and she went forward, burrying her nose into the rug with a sound that was half surprise and half pain.
Then the shouting started.
