Alice blinked as she found the voice familiar. But that couldn't be... It couldn't be. After all the owner of that voice had died! She had watched her die, watched the life drain from her eyes. She had stood at the grave, listened to the eulogy, seen the coffin lowered into the earth.
And yet—
"You—" Alice choked, a whisper of disbelief scraping her throat.
Noah, still seemingly lost in a daze, suddenly smiled. The curve of his lips was eerie, otherworldly.
Then, in perfect unison, both he and the cat spoke, one voice echoing through two mouths.
"Still as pathetic as ever, Alice."
Alice's expression twisted. The usual glimmer of amusement that played on her lips curdled into a sneer of irritation.
The cat's words had struck something raw, a nerve no one else could have hit.
Noah chuckled, low and slow, the sound oddly detached, like a boy possessed by a ghost too old for his skin.
