Page 62 of His Little Devil

One moment I’m getting drunk at the beachside bar, and the next, I’m waking up to this fucking weirdo bitching about Silver as he gives me a bath.

A fucking bath! Do they not realize cats hate water?!

The purple-headed freak just ranted and raved about howhe’ssupposed to be marrying Luke, and that Silver better watch her back.

I may be extremely pissed at the woman, but I gave the guy some delicious scratches when he threatened her.

Now, I’m lounging in a huge ass bed, trying not to cuddle up to the girl who owns my heart and abandoned me. She looks so peaceful as she sleeps. My mind is racing, and for some reason, I have a craving for mice.

I’m going to murder Luke when this spell wears off, but for now, I think I’ll piss in his shoes.

Jumping off the bed and landing on all four paws is going to take some getting used to.

I wander the room in search of the closet, and have to scoff when I see the hundreds of shoes lined up neatly along the bottom rack of the wide space. I ignore Silver’s side and look for the ones that seem most worn.

I find two pairs of sneakers that are well-loved and take a squat, relieving myself with a huge ass grin on my face.

When that’s finished, I head into the large bathroom and jump up onto the counter.

Ugh, why did they make me an adorable fluff ball?I try to turn the sink on to get a sip of water, but my paws won’t work.

Fucking thumbs!No, you know what, if I’m going to be stuck in this God forsaken body, I am not going to let people ignore my needs. I’m going to be the most annoying, pampered ass pussy they have ever seen.

Angling my head toward the door to the bedroom, I open my mouth and scream loudly. It doesn’t take long until Silver is stumbling into the bathroom, her hair a mess and her eyes barely open.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” she coos with a yawn, and if I could, I would be rolling my eyes. I continue to howl and yell, and she scoops me up into her arms, snuggling me between her breasts.

Well, this isn’t what I was aiming for, but it is nice. I begin to purr as she strokes me. She smells the same, and my eyes get watery.

Can cats cry?

Carrying me back to the bed, she climbs beneath the blankets and hums to me.

“I’ve missed you so much. I wish I could still hear you in my mind. Just another thing I’ve lost recently,” she says with a sigh. I wish I could talk to her. I have so many damn questions.

“Tomorrow… Well, tonight, I am getting married. I never saw my life happening this way. I can’t believe I’m a witch! I don’t think I will ever get used to that.” She babbles for a few minutes before her words trail off, and I realize she’s gone to sleep.

I know I should take this time to explore, and find some dirt on Luke, but it has been an exhausting day, so maybe a short cat nap will be fine.

I didn’t planto sleep so long, but wrapped up in Silver’s warm body, I felt peace for the first time since she left. But now I’m up on a top shelf, knocking shit off, because they had the audacity to give me canned cat food.

I am a fucking man! I want a steak.Hissing at who I have come to know as Kane, Silver tries to get me to jump down with some toy on a string.

“Love, I don’t think he likes the food. Maybe we should get him some salmon?” he suggests, and I stop hissing at him.

Sitting on my ass, I lick my paw and rub it over the back of my ear.

I can tell the Incubus knows exactly who I am, but he’s playing along with Luke. Which makes him the enemy.

“Will you help me? All I can conjure is muffins, and I don’t want to bother Merida. She’s so busy helping to get things ready for tonight,” Silver says, and Kane nods, offering her his hand.

“Yes, I will help you, but then I have to go wake the King of Hell. Only you would be up at the ass crack of dawn,” he grumbles, giving me the stink eye.

“I thought I could just feed him, then go back to sleep, but he’s been throwing a hissy fit ever since.”

Closing their eyes, Silver mumbles some words softly under her breath, and a wide range of food appears on a golden platter. Shrimp, steak, and lobster. Don’t mind if I do.

Jumping off the shelf, I make sure my tail knocks a few more things onto the ground, before I traipse over to the tray and nibble on the lobster.