‘Now you know what it feels like.’ I glance over. Buffalo is sitting next to the tank. As usual, he has tufts of hair sticking up from all angles. Buff sighs dramatically. ‘They have all the fun and never let us join.’ ‘Gross.’ I sniff and turn to the pile of treats in my tank. I dig into the food Ronan left me. If I’m going to continue to deal with this, I’m going to need sustenance. And by this, I mean Buffalo. Ronan thinks he’s stopped talking, but if anything, he’s been talking more. And now I have to suffer.
