Vi sat on the edge of the bed inside her small bedroom at the Fireglass Vale base. Her left heel tapped repeatedly up and down, and her hands—which couldn’t stop fidgeting with the zip of her jacket—were sweating. Did Ryn get this nervous every time he planned something in secret for her? Probably not.
She pulled Filigree onto her lap. He was currently in cat form with an impressive shock of fluffy white hair. Closing her eyes, Vi practiced some deep breathing while slowly dragging her fingers through Filigree’s hair. She needed to get her galloping heart rate under control otherwise Ryn would know something was up before he even reached her room.
The slow breathing had just begun to work when a knock on her door sent her pulse through the ceiling again. Filigree yelped, and Vi realized
