What’s causing that? Penelope asked. “Don’t you see it? There’s a golden light.” No. She scrambled up the leg of my jeans, little claws digging in. “Hey!” I pulled her off of me and held her to my chest. “Ask if you want to be picked up.” I just needed a better vantage point. I harrumphed. “Well? Do you see it now?” I see a golden light. Sparkles of magic. But I couldn’t see them until you held me. “The duke couldn’t see them, either.” I
