Trescina bit her lip as Heather backed out onto the highway and drove away. She watched the taillights of the car disappear before she turned back to the Suburban. A soft smile curved her lips when Trescina saw that she had left the driver’s door open. Cinnamon was patiently waiting for her, standing with her front paws in the driver’s seat and her head out the door. She walked back to the vehicle and gave Cinnamon a huge hug.
“I’m not sure what to do,” she groaned.
“I will tell you what you will do—you will never scare me the way you did when I realized what you were thinking,” Walkyr’s deep voice growled.
Trescina jumped and turned around. She lifted a hand to her pounding chest. Even her cat was taken by surprise, which seldom ever happened.
“Walkyr! You scared nine lives off of me,
