I pushed through the crowd, not caring if I was robbing kids of their place in line. A couple complained. One woman shouted angrily at me. I ignored her and pressed my nose against the glass. On the far side, the tiger--my Familiar--got as close as he could to me.
"You... you're my Familiar," I breathed, the words barely audible to even me.
"Yep." The tiger said in my head. "And you're my witch. Please, please get me out of this cage."
I felt our connection then. If someone had tried to describe it to me before, I could never have really understood it. It felt like a part of me was outside of my body. Some piece of my soul was contained in this enclosure, and I desperately needed to get it out.
"Ophelia? Are you okay?" Imogen was beside me, shaking me on the shoulder.
I couldn't turn away. "He's stuck in there."
"That's your Familiar? Are you..." she trailed off. "No, that's a dumb question. Of course you're sure."
"We have to break him out," I said.