CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The creature alighted onto his finger and Ben drew it up to his face.
Big mistake. The crow opened its beak nice and wide, and a painfully loud voice emanated from its gullet, as though someone had turned the volume up to eleven.
“My sincerest apologies for these crows, my dear Millie, but I must hear from you immediately!”
My heart dropped into my stomach when I recognized the pushy voice of Lady Trent. I clapped my hands over my ears and grimaced. “How did she make it so loud?”
Ben, too, looked like he was in pain. “By a very forceful command and an impressive pair of lungs.”
The whole flock, which included dozens and dozens of crows, dove down and swirled around us like an angry tornado of shadowy feathers. Each bird tried to get in a word edgewise, and all t
