But what woke me is unfamiliar—this pain is needle-sharp, stabbing my chest in a steady rhythm. Stab. Stab. Stab. When I open my eyes, I am face-to-face with a black feline of monstrous size. My very first realization that I’m on Parker’s sofa—hence the aching back. This is quickly followed by the memory of everything that happened with Parker last night, which is likely the reason for my headache. These thoughts though are quickly eclipsed by a more immediate worry. Because a cat whose name is a shortening of Evil Demon Spawn is currently parked on my chest. How in the world does this cat
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