“Now it’s just me and Bella the Bitch.” “What?” Jake steps around me to peer into the kitchen. “Oh. You have a cat.” “No. Not a cat.” I shut and lock the door. “I have a malicious housemate who hates everyone, especially me. Seriously, Jake. Don’t get too close. Stop. I wouldn’t pet her. She’s not normal. She’ll—purr and lean into it because that’s how she usually reacts to affection. What the fuck.” “What.” “She hates being touched!” I step closer and then freeze halfway into the kitchen when I hear a hiss. “Seriously? I feed you, you psycho. I’m the reason you’re even alive, and you let some
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