I glared at my reflection in the mirror. "I'm not going."

"You are." Sassafras growled softly at me before sighing heavily. "And so am I, remember?"

"They're not going to make you wear a ridiculous outfit and parade around like you're their property." More glaring.

I. Was. Not. Going.

Sass hopped down from the bed and waddled to my side, tail quivering. "You can't let Meira down," he said, leaping into my lap. I stroked his fur absently. "It would be a ...