Christine's eyes screwed up into tight wrinkles, her brow creased. She folded her arms, studying Davy for a long moment.
"Nitwit!" she suddenly screamed, causing even more servants to gasp.
Davy jumped, his heart sinking to the floor. "But—"
Before he could finish his sentence, a young girl dressed entirely in black flew through the air from the back of the room, stopping directly in front of Davy, facing Christine. No one had figured out how Christine used the mutated System to enable flight, but seeing people flying always gave Davy the creeps. It seemed so . . . unnatural.
"Yes, Mistress?" a high-pitched voice asked.
"Fetch me a blackberry sandwich."
Christine leaned to the side, peering down at Davy. "We have much to discuss, and I'm hungry. And make it quick!"