“Paja is here because I asked him to come here.” Sorin glanced up briefly from the roast meat sandwich he was preparing. “Are you bonded to him?” “No?” He stilled, setting down the utensils in his hands and planting his palms on the tabletop. “This is something you would know, Scarlett.” She sighed, throwing herself back in her chair, and Sorin arched a brow at the action. “I sort of control the spirit animals now.”
