Xanthe gasped, mind racing.
Oh no! Was it dead? Had she just accidentally murdered a kitten?
Before she could crouch down to check, a voice rang through the hallway alongside the sound of hurried footsteps.
"Zoey? Zoey, where are you?"
Not long, Pixie came racing into view. The moment she spotted the kitten, she dropped to her knees beside it, gently stroking its fur while inspecting every corner of its body.
"Zoey, are you okay?"
Just then, the kitten let out a tiny offended squeak, sprang onto its paws and bolted across the foyer at lightning speed, disappearing out of sight.
Xanthe released a breath she didn't know she was holding.
THANK GOODNESS!
For a second there, she'd genuinely thought she'd smashed the poor thing against the wall. Turns out the furry demon had been fooling around.
Honestly, every living creature in this household was bizarre.
Every. Single. One.
