The King's Captive (Gate of Myth and Power, #1)

by K.M. Shea

As Noctus had been talking I realized that French Fry was balancing on his raccoon hind end, because—true to his name—he had two french fries clenched in his bird front feet. No, no, no—French Fry, don’t do it! I meowed at French Fry, a loud, angry sound that made Noctus look up, just as French Fry tossed one of his fries at me. It hit Noctus in the chest and bounced off him, falling on my front leg that I still had latched on to Noctus’s shirt. French Fry was stupid, but at least he was a crack shot. Ker gave a little howl of what was clearly laughter, and Noctus seemed to be staring at the french fry nestled into my fur—I couldn’t tell for sure since he was wearing his sunglasses. French Fry cooed his delight that he’d made his shot, then stuffed his remaining fry in his beak and promptly choked.

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