“She really likes you.” My lips pull up into a small smile, an instinctual reaction to her statement. I am liked. Sydney releases a quick gasp of air, the indigo glow of her eyes intensifying with wonder. “I don’t think I’ve seen you do that before,” she murmurs softly, still standing impossibly close. I clear my throat. “You’re correct. This is the first time I’ve held a feline.” She blinks, a sharp laugh following. “Not that. I meant… smile. I don’t think I’ve seen you smile yet. Not since we were kids.” I
