Chapter 7

“…that didn’t feel like anything I know.” David got down on the floor. Peered at him from eye level, lying unselfconsciously prone over wood and rug, but didn’t try to get him out. “Nobody’s power signature that I recognize, and it felt more like innate magic, natural magic, but that’s not exactly an everyday thing, is it. Or I’m just really fucking tired and I’m confusing myself and I should go to bed. I mean, come on, what’re the odds of someone like that turning up under my car, seriously.”

Better than you think, Colin retorted silently. You feel like the world’s best safe-haven sanctuary and you have nice hands.

“I’m just going to make a phone call real quick,” David said slowly, getting up, “and then, um, maybe go shopping? Because this’s probably all in my head, it’s ridiculous, you’re a cat. You can stay under there for a sec if you want, while I check on something? And why am I talking to you like you’re going to answer? I don’t even know. Okay, hang on.”