“I just mean, Christian mentioned we should get her some food. Human’s need food more oft’n than we do.”
That annoyin’ look keeps picking me apart and I hate how easy it is for him to fuckin’ make me overthink every goddamn word I say.
“Never mind.”
I walk away from the Prince’s study and the shitty smirk on Seven’s lips. Deep down, it’s the guilt that gets between us. I didn’t own him. I didn’t abuse him. He was a slave that was given to me when I was a stupid kid. What the hell was I supposed to do with him except befriend him the best I could?
We’ll never truly be friends though. He’ll always see me as a means to his imprisonment. The enemy.
And that’s just fuckin’ fine by me.
The moment I turn the corner of the empty hall, I shift. The world spins around me, seemingly growing larger as I grow smaller. I land on four padded paws and it’s honestly the most freeing feeling in the world. I’m overlooked when I’m in this form. No one glares at a small black cat. No one whispers about the tattered scars that line a such a fragile creature’s body. I’m no longer a hideous monster.
And I fuckin’ love it.
On quick steps, I scurry around the cold, drafty corridors. I pass a few maids and they even ooo and aww at my little cute ass. Did I mention I fuckin’ love it?
Up ahead the King is making the tedious trek down the hall toward his bed chambers. I pass him by with minimal effort, a casual pace. The slow, pudgy fuck.
I weave between his thick ankles, making sure to flick my tail across his legs before I scurry on out.
His curses echo down the hall after me, his stumbling heard loud and clear, but no heavy fall ever comes.
Unfortunately.
I have the lead though and that will give me just enough time to padder on into his rooms and piss in his loafers before he catches up. A hard day’s work is never done.
I turn swiftly down the north hall, happily prancing and swooshing my cat tail…
And then I see her.
What the hell is she doing?
She closes the door quietly behind her. The girl’s attention scans the hall, her wild red hair swishing around her shoulders as she sneaks from the shadows and stealthily creeps out.
Right in the direction of our King.
Fuck.
“Meow,” I say in my cutest, most distracting tone.
She ignores me. Doesn’t even look my fuckin’ way. I’m fuckin’ adorable. Notice me!
“Meowww?”
Nothing. She is not interested at all. Because she’s ready to escape. And if she keeps heading down this hall, she’ll find the very opposite of freedom.
Closer and closer she gets to the turn up ahead. She’s about to walk face first into the one man who has little self control and absolutely no moral compass.
STOP!
I call out to her, piercing through her mind, violating her thoughts. Her shoulders stiffen hard as she stops dead in her tracks. Her head lifts, looking this way and that. A mixture of fear and curiosity lights up her big green eyes. I know she heard me.
Do not turn that corner.
Her gaze searches the shadows. And then, she spots me. The pink of her tongue slips over her lips and I can see her weighing her options.
Will she run?
