"...No fair," Midnight whispered, her blue dragon tail flicking once in quiet, adorable disappointment.
"Midnight packed the entire kitchen alone... and the big wolf is in the box, filling the cat with cream pastry! Midnight wants the pastries too!"
She slowly set the stack of heavy copper pans onto the floorboards with a loud, metallic CLANG. She leaned into the wardrobe frame, her lower lip trembling with pure, unadulterated betrayal.
Elizabeth's brain finally reconnected to her nervous system. With a sharp, panicked squeak, she violently ripped her hand out of Liam's pants, her face turning a shade of crimson so intense it looked like a literal status ailment. She tried to push herself into the wooden wall behind her, her tail lashing frantically as she realised exactly what Midnight was staring at.
