Delight sparks in Saela’s eyes, her grin so wide and bright it’s all I can see. She pets Anassa again and coos. “Who’s a pretty girl?” she asks, her voice high. “You’re a pretty girl, aren’t you?” Anassa looks over at me, eyes narrowing. “Tell her not to talk to me like I’m a baby. Make sure she knows that direwolves deserve respect.” “You don’t like that, you widdle cutie?” I tease.
