The headline screamed, “Trapped! Meadow Lark and The Royal Court of Princess Donut in Peril!” “Wow,” Donut said. “Yours isn’t nearly that big. Or oily looking. And it doesn’t have that hat thing.” If looks could kill, the glare Imani shot at the cat would’ve ripped her in two. “Goddamnit, Donut,” I muttered before realizing I’d said it. “Not now.”
