I woke the next morning to a soft paw batting at my nose. Then, when I turned over, the cat jumped over my head, landing with a pouf! on the pillow. He licked me between the eyes.
"Aaaugh!" I bolted upright and rubbed my face, wincing when I recalled my thumb injury. Sir Raleigh c****d his head at me as if to say, "About time you got up."
"What is it?" I checked the clock—5:45 a.m. "Why are you waking me? Are you out of food?"
He jumped down from the bed and padded to the door between my and Reine's rooms, then turned to look at me.
"You want me to follow. All right." I threw on a robe and walked into the Fae's room. The scents from our dinner the night before still lingered in the air, and she lay in the same position I'd seen her last night, hair spread over her pillow, and one arm a
