"Do I look like a pet to you?" Johanna's glare is piercing. "Or is Johanna too girly for me?" The idea of bowing down to anybody but her own whims is, at the moment, a sensitive subject. She's only just escaped America and the memories of how she was used as a pawn in Snow's sick games still disgusts her. To think that she would bow down to a witch is laughable, and after a moment, her cackle, high pitched and humourless, echoes around the fire.

"Brilliant. Just brilliant. I've chosen a city where witches think they can keep werewolves on a lead."

She shakes her head. "So, who do you belong to, Tom?" Because two can play this game. "You look like a Tom to me. Bit of a pushover."