Her eyes, Luna thought.
Suddenly aware of what she was doing, she pulled away, all but leaping up and slamming back into the sink. On the floor, her daughter let out a terrified, trembling gasp, her face red, her eyes tearful, and, distantly, Luna realised the girl’s pyjama shorts were soaked through, and there was the sharp smell of urine in the air between them.
There was a moment, a heartbeat, and then with a scream, Poppy hauled herself up and ran. 18
It was getting late when they heard a knock at their door, the urgent tap of knuckles against wood. A thrill of panic ran through him, a hundred thoughts seemingly flittering through their mind as they hastily pushed their chair away from the desk by the window. From the bed, the magcat looked up, suddenly awake, suddenly aware.