Chapitre 108: Chapter 108: Serious Friends

Sass followed me in silence as I ascended the stairs back to the kitchen, not sure what to think about the black ribbon clinging so happily to my wrist. The silver Persian leaped up on the table with a soft grunt while I headed for the coffee pot, not so ready to go to bed as I thought.

"Tell me that thing isn't going to attack you at the least opportune moment." His voice sounded as tired as I felt.

I managed a shrug as I dolloped two giant teaspoons of sugar into a mug, the metal rattling on ceramic. "Maybe," I said. "My luck would say yes, of course, any second now." I listened to the drip of the coffee maker, one hip against the counter, mesmerized by the steady flow of dark nectar in the equally dark kitchen.

Syd. Owen's voice sounded excited. I inhaled and bowed my head. What now?