Blood Trails, Books 1-3: Deadline, Monster, and Taken by Jennifer Blackstream

Author:Jennifer Blackstream [Blackstream, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Skeleton Key Publishing
Published: 2019-08-20T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“You are not royalty, and if you keep acting like you are, you’ll force me to take drastic measures. I told you, you can’t be here. Now get out!”

Majesty looked into my eyes from his position on my desk a few feet away, feline gaze never wavering. His thin kitten body belied the cold confidence in his stare, the arrogance that ran through every line, every muscle. He lifted a grey paw, the morning sunlight streaming through my office window giving the fur an ethereal shine.

“Don’t do it,” I warned him. I tensed to take a step forward, but stopped, not wanting to startle him. The desk was new, and polished. If I scared him, he might use the keyboard as a launch pad, and I didn’t want my laptop to slide off to die a horrible death on the floor of my new office.

Helpless, I could only watch as Majesty stepped onto the first key. The blinking cursor vomited a line of aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa across the computer screen, followed by vbbbbbbbbbbbbb and iooooooooooooooo as Majesty continued to climb into his chosen napping spot. I gritted my teeth.

“Get off my computer. You’ll get fur in the keys, and so help me if you break it, I’ll have you buzzed. Have you ever seen a hairless cat?”

The kitten didn’t blink. His furry bottom landed on the right end of my keyboard, sending another scattering of randomized alphabet over the screen. With all the languid calm of a king lying on a bed of silken sheets, he eased onto his side. Velvety eyelids drifted closed, and the air filled with a soft, steady purr.

My eye twitched.

“Run him under the faucet!” Peasblossom suggested from her safe perch high on the bookshelf. “That’ll teach him!”

“I’m not running him under the faucet.” Counting to ten to keep my temper, I waited for Majesty’s sleek body to give up the last bit of tension, then snatched him off my keyboard. The little devil had the nerve to mewl in protest, offering a tepid glare from half-lidded eyes. “See here now, you cannot sleep on my keyboard. And you cannot be in my office. You’re violating my lease.”

“You ran me under the faucet,” Peasblossom grumbled. “I don’t see why he’s too good for it.”

“I ran you under the faucet once, when your dress was on fire,” I reminded her. “And you were on fire because you didn’t listen when I told you not to fly back and forth over the candles.” I returned my attention to the kitten. As always, the hum of magic from the innocent-looking feline throbbed against my senses, a constant reminder of the spell that had frozen him in time, his body unable to age as it should. Every day the magic felt stronger, more…chaotic. It would have to escape sometime, and it was anyone’s guess what would happen when it did.

It was possible that Majesty understood a lot more than you’d expect of a kitten. At least, that was my theory. I took a deep breath and tried again.

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