11
Lawrence
I picked Reine up from the floor and placed her on the bed. I shouldn't have been able to see the spells, but I had. A sign of the bond we'd started to develop? She had run to me, after all. Or to the warded room? It didn't matter. I stroked a tousled white curl from her forehead and allowed myself a brief caress along her cheek.
Once I ensured she slept, I turned my attention to Sir Raleigh, who licked his wounds.
"And what happened to you?" I asked. He allowed me to pick him up and place him on a towel on the desk. He looked like he'd been in a fight with another cat, and he swatted my hand away when I tried to clean the lacerations. To my amazement, they seemed better when I re-examined him. He continued to clean himself, and finally, all the cuts had closed. He wouldn't
