“That squirrel is a pervert,” he told me and pointed toward Kian, who looked like he wanted to bury himself in a hole to hide. “Kian’s reactions to his familiar tell me that much.” Nightshade shook his head and looked up at me with pleading green eyes that reminded me of Kian’s. I frowned, snuggling him against my cheek. “Don’t be mean to him! You’re not a pervert, are you?” He shook his head and let out what sounded like a sob, and Kian choked on his spit before launching himself into a coughing fit.
