“And how long have you known Faylin?” “Oh, since he was a cub,” Theo said, the memory seeming to ground him for a moment. “I found him injured and abandoned in the forest and took him in.” He chuckled. “I didn’t know quite how much I liked cats before Faylin. It’s nice to have someone in your life who’ll always tell you the truth. Felines don’t mince words.”
