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"Poor puss. You have a rough night?" she asked, examining my fur. "What do we have here? A tail
full of stickers? And fleas?" She wrinkled her nose. "What have you been doing, girl? Come on,
Delilah, we'd better get you cleaned up. I'll have to cut these burrs out before you shift back, but I
think you'll still end up with one seriously sore ass."

I squirmed, wanting to tell her about the presence I'd felt, but she couldn't understand me. I could
hear and understand both the Fae and humans while in Were form, but we hadn't been able to
figure out a way to make the communication a two-way street.

As she carried me over to the counter and held up the scissors, I quieted down. As long as she
didn't try to clip my claws, she could pamper me all she wanted. When Camille or Menolly returned,
they might be able to pick up a bead on whatever it was I'd been sensing and do something about
it before the magical signature faded away.


By the time the moon went to bed, I was curled up by the fire, purring heavily as I drifted in and out
of my nap. I'd tried to wait up for Camille and Menolly, but the pull from the flames was too strong.
The minute I snuggled up in my cushioned slumber ball Camille had bought for my birthday, I slid
right into the arms of Morpheus. Which is why I woke up with one paw still furry and the other
rapidly shifting into a hand.

Nobody ever believed me when I told them it wasn't painful. Oh, it might be if you weren't a Were
but had a shape-shifting spell cast on you, but for us, it was as simple as changing clothes.
Speaking of clothes, my collar had disappeared and was just as quickly transforming back into my
sweatpants and tank top. And Iris had been right. My butt hurt.

"Seems my Kitten is back from her journey." Menolly's voice echoed in my ears as I rolled off the
slumber ball and thudded to the floor, fully transformed as the last whisker vanished.

I blinked, squinting at the window. First light was about an hour away. "Cutting it thin, aren't you?"
I said, my throat a little raw. My stomach rumbled, and I discovered that I was a little queasy.
What had I eaten during the night? Definitely not Miss House Mouse. A little less engaged in the
feline mindset, I decided to drop off some cheese nips where I knew the mouse and her family
lived. Poor thing. I must have given her a good scare, even if she had taken advantage of my
situation.

"You don't look so hot," Menolly said. She was sitting on the sofa with Maggie in her lap. The baby
Crypto was slurping away at the contents of the bowl of cream, cinnamon, sugar, and sage that
Menolly held.

The pair had become inseparable since Camille had first rescued the calico gargoyle from a demon's
lunch box, and they had bonded in one of the strangest friendships I'd ever seen. It would be
years before we knew whether Maggie would develop past the stage of a smart cat or a slow
dolphin, but that didn't matter to us. She was a rambunctious little sweetheart, and we all adored
her.

"I've got a good excuse," I said, rubbing my backside. "I ended up with a butt full of thorns last
night."

"Delightful. I didn't fare much better. No bellyful of blood here, and I'm hungry." I grimaced, but she