Harry shook his furry little head, letting out a pitiful howl.
I won't listen! I won't listen!! Give me back my dried small fish! Give it back!
Thomas Shannon tossed aside the frantic Harry and rose to leave.
Inside the castle, Sophie Sullivan stepped into the kitchen and saw the soup leftover from dinner. She tested the temperature. It was still hot. She fetched a bowl, ladled some soup into it, covered it with a silver lid, and placed it on a tray to carry away.
Just as she was about to step out of the castle, she bumped right into Thomas Shannon, who was heading her way.
Sophie Sullivan frowned impatiently. "Why are you everywhere?"
Thomas Shannon's gaze fell to the tray in her hands. Then, his cool gaze returned to her face. The impatient expression there all but screamed her dislike for him.
He hadn't even shown his disdain for her yet, and she had the audacity to despise him first?
The man took a long stride, closing in on her.
