The Mad King's Mate
“Do you want me dead before nightfall?”
She smacks my nose, not giving me an opportunity to respond.
“I almost fell off your head!” She keeps on smacking my nose. “What if I hadn't held on tight?! What if…”
I grab the pillow and smother her. I'm too wired up for this.
Her muffled scream reaches my ear as I hold the pillow down for a while till she stops struggling.
Tentatively, I raise the pillow up.
Pip groans dramatically, her little wings twitching as she flips onto her back. “You,” she pants, pointing a glittering finger at me, “are the stupidest wolf I’ve ever met.”