Several hours later, Walkyr held Trescina’s soft, warm body in his arms. They had returned to the palace after giving their cats time to learn and explore each other. He would not be surprised if this became a nightly event—he certainly wouldn’t complain if it did.
He ran his hand along Trescina’s bare skin when she sighed in her sleep. A cool, light breeze fluttered through the open doors. The only sounds now were those of the night and the occasional snore from either Spice or Cinnamon.
A sense of peace settled over him as he continued to gently caress Trescina. He realized that she was right about the Heart of the Cat. All this time they had believed that the Heart was a gem, but it was actually a symbol that offered a reflection of who they truly were. Without understanding who they
