Eve POV
"Salem, please change back. I want my cat back, not this oversized oven!" I begged—for what had to be the tenth time. The stupid familiar—though at this point, I wasn't even sure if he still qualified as my familiar—just huffed, sending a wave of hot air that nearly singed the ends of my already cursed white hair.
"No," he rumbled, voice deep enough to make the rocks vibrate. "I like it when you're tiny. Easier to protect you this way."
"Protect me? You're more likely to roast me!" I snapped, stepping back as his tail shifted, scattering pebbles.
Honestly, this had to be my breaking point. It wasn't enough that I had doomed the world, pissed off a vampire king, and probably earned myself a permanent seat in the devil's VIP lounge—no, now my cat had to turn into a bloody dragon with an attitude problem.
