The servants' announcement cut through the dusty courtyard like a death sentence.
Sabrina's eye twitched once. Twice. Then her whole face twisted into an expression that was pure, murderous disbelief.
"I will," she breathed, voice dropping to a deadly whisper, "murder every single one of you."
The head servant—an elderly woman with a weathered face that somehow glowed with misplaced joy—clapped her hands. "Oh, Young Miss! We thought you'd never return! And with such wonderful news!" Her gaze flicked to Tianlong, then down at the shivering, pants-soaked Kai still cradled in his arms. "The Mistress will be so pleased!"
Tianlong's lips curled into something that almost looked like a smile. "Well," he drawled, adjusting his grip on the whimpering cat-boy, "this is... awkward."
