PEARL’S POV
God, I dread this. I just left there. I don’t even know what really happened with the tray or why the hell I have it, and I discovered that I am somehow connected to the Second Chance W&W Shelter, and to top it off; I have to ask Charles for help.
“Lovely.”
The crow sits comfortably on my shoulder. It is odd; I have barely said a word out loud, but he seems to know what I am thinking and saying. I sigh and lean my head against his warm chest. The crow squawks and scratches his feathers with his claw. I smile and wonder what it would be like to have him as a companion all the time, not a pet, but someone to keep me company.
Another black feather floats off his chest and lands on the center of my shirt. “Well, if no one else wants me, it looks like I will at least have you to
