“Like this.”
She groaned dramatically, throwing her head back. “Uuuuuugh. Children. Why are they so demanding.”
My jaw dropped. “I do not sound like that.”
She nodded very seriously. “Yes you do.”
I had no defense to that.
She adjusted herself against me, tapping her claws together thoughtfully. “Do you like draklings?”
“No,” I grit out, with complete honesty.
She patted my chest. “It’s OK. Some grown-ups don’t. You’re learning.”
I stared into the void.
She wasn’t finished. “Are we going to the mountain because you live there?”
“No.”
“Did you used to live there?”
“No.”
“Did someone kick you out of your other home?”
I stiffened. “In a manner of speaking. Technically, I escaped.”
“My mommy says only the bravest people get kicked out,” she said proudly.
I stared at her, unsure whether that was meant as comfort, insult, or complete nonsense.
“Why do you have a scar on your eyebrow?”
“Fighting.”
“Why do you have a scar on your chin?”
“Fighting.”
“Why do you have a scar onyour wing?
“Fighting.”
“Why do you have a scar on your butt?”
I tripped mid-stride.
Perri gasped like she’d discovered ancient treasure. “YOU DO! I SAW IT WHEN YOU TURNED AROUND!”
My soul left my body.
“It was also fighting,” I growled.
“With abutt monster?”
“What?”
