Realizing Asshole was still glaring at her, she arched a brow in response. Four years ago, she found him as a kitten living on the streets, starving and near death. He hated her on sight, but she hadn’t been able to leave him to die. Arawyn hoped he would come around eventually. He hadn’t. In fact, his animosity toward her only seemed to grow as the years passed. “Someday you’re going to stop hating me.”
This must be your fist cat. He probably won't
