Noctus sat down on a settee, which I took advantage of and hopped from his shoulders to a cushion. Okay. I’ve got certain death next to me, and probable death across from me. If I don’t die from making a mistake, my anxiety might make my heart explode. I wanted to run, but I knew Noctus expected me to be besotted by whatever his mysterious powers were—I would have looked that magic up if I’d known I was going to play pet cat for the foreseeable future.
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