Baiting the Overlord

Squeak's voice sounded just like that of a little kid, maybe four or five years old, sweet and innocent to the ear.

But beneath that childlike tone, every word cut like a razor, slicing straight through the darkness people tried so hard to hide.

Harper glanced down at the little fox, its face pure and naive, and for a split second, shame flooded her so hard she wanted to turn and run.

"Hold up, so