The king’s bronzed face was aloof. "I have no intention of thanking you. In fact, thanking you is the very last thing on my mind."
Looth smirked. Shockingly, the spigot responded with a raspberry. "Don't be such an old grumpus. You have the poor girl terrified."
"She is not terrified."
Amelia tilted her chin. She would be damned if the werewolf would speak for her.
"Yes, I am."
"Ha. You see?" Looth smiled smugly at Stefan before turning his attention to Amelia. "Now you just eat your dinner in peace. I won't let the bad werewolf hurt you, little girl."
"Looth." Stefan reached down to grasp the spigot by the shoulder.
Whether to shake him or toss him through the window, Amelia couldn't guess.
"Ouch." Looth took a sharp step backward. "The wings. Don't touch the wings."
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