CAELIN POV
This had gotten out of
That was the first clear, rational thought I’d had in approximately twenty minutes.
Unfortunately, I was having it while crouched naked behind Martha’s sofa, holding my phone in one hand, my dignity in the other, and the last surviving shreds of my sanity somewhere between my teeth.
From across the room, the cat stared at me.
MrBigshot.
Ridiculous name.
Evil creature.
He sat on the coffee table like a furry little judge, tail moving slowly from side to side, yellow eyes fixed on my bare ass with the kind of contempt usually reserved for criminals and men who cried during insurance commercials.
“Don’t start,” I whispered.
The cat blinked.
Slowly.
Judgmentally.
And he f*****g meowed.
From the bathroom, water moved.
Martha sighed and I was alre
