“Wait,” Felix calls.
I look back at him and note the creature near the window. It must have just arrived. There is no way I would have missed its long, silky body. “Remy,” I whisper.
I know I’m a sight, but collect yourself, child, it scolds.
“Remy,” I say again, louder this time, and he finally slows and looks down at me. When he sees my face, he turns to follow my gaze.
“Is that a rat?” Remy’s lip lifts in a sneer.
Imbecile, I’m a mink.
I look at Remy to see if he’s going to react to the insult, but he didn’t even hear it. Only I did. “Shit!”
Such a lady,the little bugger snipes.
“Hey!” I plant my hands on my hips and give the little beasty a scowl.
“Hey what?” Remy looks around.
I point down at the creature, and he stands on his back legs. I watch his little nose and whiskers twitch as he scents the air.I guess it could be worse,I hear before he drops back down, apparently not impressed with me.Nearly eight years old, and I get paired with a lustful baby witch.
“I am not,” I scoff. Remy’s brows lift higher and higher on his forehead as he grows more confused by what he thinks is my one-sided conversation.
“Am not what?” he asks slowly.
“A lustful baby witch,” I answer without thinking about how it might sound.
Are too. I can smell you from here,the mink replies.
I squeeze my thighs together. “You don’t smell so hot yourself,” I retort, even though I can’t smell anything foul coming from him.
Felix scratches the side of his head, and a grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. If I didn’t know better, I would think he can hear the little bugger, but he must be reacting to what I foolishly blurted.
“What am I missing?” Remy asks Felix.
“I think Frankie just found her familiar.” He points down to the animal Remy mistakenly called a rat.
“No shit?” Remy takes another look at the mink. I hate to admit it, only because he seems like an asshole, but he’s quite beautiful, all sleek and shiny with dark little eyes that seem way too smart.
“It’s a weasel?” Remy tilts his head to the side.
“Mink,” Felix, myself, and the animal all correct at the same time.
“Looks like a weasel or a ferret,” Remy comments. “What’s its name?” He moves a little closer and crouches down like he might try to pet it.
“I wouldn’t…” I start, but he doesn’t listen.
My familiar lowers its body to the ground but lifts his head as if he’s going to sniff Remy. As Remy reaches out, the little fucker strikes and bites the tip of Remy’s finger. “Ouch!” Remy jerks back, but then he reaches for the mink again, probably ready to strangle the thing this time.
It makes a hissing sound and backs away. “Aw, you scared it,” Felix coos.
“Scared him? How?” Remy demands, squeezing the tip of his finger. Several drops of red blood fall to the ground. I use the bottom of my shoes to rub it into the soil. We don’t need someone coming along and finding it. I’m sure it would sell for thousands. I can think of about twenty spells and hexes it could be used for. A personalized love potion comes to the forefront of my mind, even though they are outlawed.
“I tried to warn you,” I mutter.
“Imagine if you were him, and a huge guy came along and shoved his meat mitt in your face.” Felix keeps his voice low, coaxing.
I might like this one…if he stops acting like I’m a domesticated feline!the mink hisses, causing Felix to jerk back this time.
