“You trampled my rosebushes,” he thundered. “You dragged your filthy shoes across my shrubs and befouled the air with your presence. If you think you can trespass onto my property, destroy my roses, and simply walk free”—he drew tall, blocking me from the path—“you are mistaken, krill.” “Krill?” I echoed. “That’s what you’ll soon be, for stealing.” First fertilizer, now food for his turtle. This Demon Prince was delusional.
