Chapter 9 --9.
Ah yes.
The sparrow.
Currently dangling like a tiny prisoner of war, watching everything with the wide-eyed panic of someone who knew they were no longer in the "maybe pet" category.
That gave her an idea.
One test subject. One snake. One roast.
Simple math.
She’d roast the snake, feed a sample to the bird, and wait twenty minutes. If the bird survived? Dinner time. If not—well, better the bird than her.
A smile curled on her lips. The kind of smile that made clouds scatter and rodents file missing persons reports.
The sparrow? Oh, he felt it.
First came the sweat. Then the shiver. His tiny feet twitched in their bindings as an invisible chill slithered down his back.
He didn’t know what was happening, but he did know one thing.