Petra hoisted Luce into her arms and cradled her like a baby, scratching under her chin. “I thought you said this cat was allergic to people.” “She is,” I answered, totally confused. “She hates everyone.” Petra smirked at me again. “Like her daddy. You know what I think this means?” Glowering, I muttered, “Can’t wait to hear it.” “I think it means this was meant to be.” “This?” “You. Me. The furry demon in my arms. It’s fate, Sunshine. So you have to tell me about the curse, because fate always wins, whether you like it or not.” Under the bandage on my wrist, the tattoo of her name began to
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