Nadia
There was a crushing weight on my chest, pushing me down, making it impossible to breathe. I was being suffocated. Someone was trying to kill me.
But why did my killer vibrate like an engine igniting?
I opened my eyes and was met with dark fur like a shadow, comfortably lying on my sternum.
Arcano blinked his vibrant yellow irises at me. He greeted me, rubbing his whiskers against my cheek.
"Hi, baby," I said, scratching his furry chin, where I knew he loved to be petted.
In response, the cat let out a long, sharp meow, pressing his snout against my palm insistently, demanding more affection.
"How lovely, Nadia. Is this the time to wake up?"
I turned my head abruptly toward the sound.
My grandmother was sitting at her round table in the middle of the room, a cup of coffee in
