Finished—or at least I assumed so, unless he had knives hidden in places I didn’t want to see—Noctus sat back down and stared at me. As if I had something to contribute. Sorry, I didn’t know this was the “little free library” of weapons. He petted me, but a troubling furrow burrowed between his eyebrows. He picked up one of my paws—daring to touch my toe beans—and pressed, making one of my claws pop out. “You are relatively helpless,” he said. Obviously, you’ve never had a housecat claw at your eyes. I was a runner, but I did know how to inflict damage if needed for my escapes. “I should get a
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