But she was no longer helpless or small. If she was going to be a squeaky toy for big, furry playmates, she was also going to have some say in the games. Starting now, with the choice of game.
She pulled back her head and glared at him. “If you try to touch my nose again today, I won’t give you any cookies.”
Simon withdrew the paw, seemed to consider that for a moment, then reached out again as if testing her.
“I mean it, Simon. No cookies for the
whole day
.”
Nose or cookies. Hard choice. But in the end, the cookies won.
ALSO BY ANNE BISHOP
THE BLACK JEWELS SERIES
Daughter of the Blood
Heir to the Shadows
Queen of the Darkness
The Invisible Ring
Dreams Made Flesh
Tangled Webs
The Shadow Queen
Shalador’s Lady
Twilight’s Dawn
THE EPHEMERA SERIES
Sebastian
Belladonna
Bridge of Dreams
THE TIR ALAINN TRILOGY
The Pillars of the World
Shadows and Light
The House of Gaian