Can you imagine existing for no other reason than to make sure people feel sympathetic towards your mother’s reckless multiversal havoc?
Tofur’s voice roused her from her slumber. “Hey, do you think that maybe you could take ovah watching me full time, Rat Princess? I like you a lot bettah den dat gaffah.”
Lew groaned and rolled over, which was just enough encouragement to keep Tofur going. “I dunno if you can’t read ah what, but I figgah I’ll just tell ya the stories myself.”
Something above Lew growled. She glanced upward, and saw the pale, bearded face of Meden Rider scowling beneath his feathery headdress. “Kinkiller,” he muttered, moving his hand to his gryphon dagger. “You oughta be the one executed.”