He thought of Perdita’s laugh. Her terrible table manners. The way she’d nuzzled his cold hand once, her wolf form’s rough tongue surprisingly gentle.
Perdita grinned. “Knew it. You’re not a monster, Edmund. You’re just a grumpy cat who needs a good walk.”
Baldrick looked alarmed. “Shall I fetch the priest, my lord? Or the vet?”
“Right you are, my lord,” Baldrick would say, picking something unspeakable from his fangs. Baldrick was a ghoul. A simple ghoul. “Though I did have a turnip once. Felt a bit wobbly about it.”
He thought of Perdita’s laugh. Her terrible table manners. The way she’d nuzzled his cold hand once, her wolf form’s rough tongue surprisingly gentle.
Perdita grinned. “Knew it. You’re not a monster, Edmund. You’re just a grumpy cat who needs a good walk.”
Baldrick looked alarmed. “Shall I fetch the priest, my lord? Or the vet?”
“Right you are, my lord,” Baldrick would say, picking something unspeakable from his fangs. Baldrick was a ghoul. A simple ghoul. “Though I did have a turnip once. Felt a bit wobbly about it.”