“Pickles can’t do any of that. She’s just a bunny,” I protested.
“I’m afraid I have no choice. Commander Folk really hates unauthorised pets. I have no doubt he’ll kill the bunny, poor little thing.”
“No!”
“Yes, I know. So sad... Of course, I sympathise with you. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to... Pickles, is it?”
They were punishing me.
“What do you want?” I hissed.
“I’ll let you in on a secret. I don’t want to tell Commander Folk about Pickles.” He tapped his chin. “I have a weakness for familiars myself, Miss Helgudóttir.”
“How do you know my name?”
“I know a lot more than you think. You’re very spirited. It’s a shame you didn’t join the Ravens... I wonder if that’s why Commander Folk is so angry at you.”
“I knew it,” I growled. “He’s punishing me.”
“I...” Ormslang sighe
