Betty's rambunctious meows disturbed Orla's sleep. Struggling to open her eyes, she stretched her hand on the bed, trying to pull Betty closer, but she wasn't anywhere close. Wincing, she finally snapped her eyes open, taking a cursory glance around the room in search of her cat.
"Betty?" She called out, worry creasing her forehead. Betty was meowing but she wasn't anywhere to be found in the room.
She jumped out of bed, scurrying out of the room. She had left the door open the previous night, and Betty had been able to leave the room. Cussing at herself for not being careful, she went on in search of Betty. "Betty, where are you?" She yelled out frustratedly.
"Are you looking for your cat?" Orla immediately curtailed her steps when she heard that cold voice. It was feminine, but the s
