Chapter 11Pre-dawn light penetrated the kitchen, and no Dorian. Had he stayed outside all night? Zofia chewed on the corner of her mouth looking out the windows. She worried Lolly might notice him prowling around and call the police, like she did the last time. Dragon whiskers, I wish he'd walk through that door now!
Loud meows interrupted her thoughts. Translation: “We're hungry!” and “We're starving!”
“Give us some real food,” Perth grumbled.
“Yes. Something more recently killed, and not shaped like throwing stars!” Argyll said.
“This is all I've got, girls. Sorry,” Zofia said, filling their bowls.
The creak of the porch screen door made her stop what she was doing and look up. She straightened at the sight of someone walking in through her back door.
Dorian's form filled the doorw
