And I fucking love it.
On quick steps I scurry around the cold, drafty corridors. I pass a few maids and they even ooo and aww at my little cute ass. Did I mention I fucking love it?
Up ahead the King is making the tedious trek down the hall toward his bed chambers. I pass him by with minimal effort, a casual pace. The slow, pudgy fuck.
I weave between his thick ankles, making sure to flick my tail across his legs before I scurry on out.
His curses echo down the hall after me, his stumbling heard loud and clear, but no heavy fall ever comes.
Unfortunately.
I have the lead though and that will give me just enough time to padder on into his rooms and piss in his loafers before he catches up. A hard day’s work is never done.
I turn swiftly down the north hall, happily prancing and swooshing my cat tail…
And then I see her.
What the hell is she doing?
She closes the door quietly behind her. The girl’s attention scans the hall, her wild red hair swishing around her shoulders as she sneaks from the shadows and stealthily creeps out.
Right in the direction of our King.
Fuck.
“Meow,” I say on my cutest, most distracting tone.
She ignores me. Doesn’t even look my fuckin’ way. I’m fucking adorable. Notice me!
“Meowww?”
Nothing. She is not interested at all. Because she’s ready to escape. And if she keeps heading down this hall, she’ll find the very opposite of freedom.
Closer and closer she gets to the turn up ahead. She’s about to walk face first into the one man who has little self control and absolutely no moral compass.
STOP!
I call out to her, piercing through her mind violating her thoughts. Her shoulders stiffen hard as she stops dead in her tracks. Her head lifts, looking this way and that. A mixture of fear and curiosity lights up her big green eyes. I know she heard me.
Do not turn that corner.
Her gaze searches the shadows. And then, she spots me. The pink of her tongue slips over her lips and I can see her weighing her options.
Will she run?
“Seven said if I saw an overfed house cat it was you,” she whispers.
Overfed? What the fuck? Skinny bastard!
The frustrated fury burns through me so wildly my magic spins around without thought. The room shifts as I grow. The walls press in on me little by little until, I’m standing six and a half feet taller and my bulky frame fully fills the narrow hall.
“I’m not fuckin’ overfed.” My teeth grind slightly as she smiles softly. Her gaze trails down my chest.Slowly.
No one’s ever looked at me like that…
But then logic slips in and reminds me what awaits us in the very near future.
“Come here.” My palm grips around her lower arm, my fingers wrapping fully around her wrist.