“Shit,” I croaked, a second before there was a squawk of surprise from inside. “Wyn.” I recognised Danny’s voice. “Uh… what’s that?” “She’s friendly,” Moth blurted immediately. “She won’t hurt you.” “Really?” Danny sounded a little less freaked out, eagerness bleeding into his voice. “Aw, she’s kind of cute. Wyn—” “No,” he barked,
