Behind him, he could practically feel Drake restraining himself from just stepping forward and booting the bastard through the wall. But Ben didn’t want to resort to violence. He felt tears well up in his eyes. It wasn’t fair. He tried his best to be nice, to be peaceful, to protect animals from those who would abuse them. But this human! This f*****g human.
He reached again for the box containing the harp. Maybe if the noise stopped, the humans would stop. They had already recovered from their horror at seeing giants. It was as if they could tell that Ben was afraid of them. Perhaps they knew he couldn’t stand the thought of grabbing them and throwing them from his house or listening to their bones snap if he squeezed them. They danced. They laughed. And they made a wall between him and
