CHAPTER SEVEN
I could only be in awe of the teleportation abilities of these gods and goddesses. One moment we were strolling down the gentle hill of the gateway island and the next we were in the middle of a vast forest. The ground was flat and covered in leaves and rot, and all around us was a dense wood of trees and brush. The sour scent of pine needles invaded my nostrils and I let out a sneeze.
“Now then, cat, where to next?” Pampir questioned me.
I took a delicate sniff and wrinkled my nose. How can I smell anything with all these needles?
He frowned down at me. “Well? Which way?” The man stiffened and narrowed his eyes at my cute self. “You have not tricked me, have you?”
I drew my ears back and stabbed a bandaged paw at the needle-littered ground.
“You wish to be set
