บท 182: Chapter 182: Learning Stoic From The Best

I was hardly surprised when Sassafras appeared at my side a moment after Max finished speaking, and not in his normal Persian form, either. Ever since my white sorcery had clarified the transition between cat and human, Sass had been spending more and more time as a young man than a furry feline.

Correction. He chose that particular form-all lean handsome with dark eyes and hair, olive skin and a sardonic grin that was so Sassafras I could still see the demon in him-whenever Jiao came calling. And, if I were to allow myself to go there, I would ponder the looks the two exchanged on meeting, the way they stood close together every chance they had, how they seemed content sharing space and air in a way that made me want to giggle.

Mind you, Max's news was no giggling matter. But knowing something warm and possibly life changing for my oldest friend might be brewing with the lóng girl, it at least tempered the edges of yet another disaster.