CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
If rebirth was possible, I wanted to be reborn as a house cat.
That became my dearest wish as I lay stretched out on the grassy ground several hours later. The sun shone through the tree branches and warmed my silver fur. I stretched my legs, all four of them, and yawned, revealing my sharp white fangs.
A sound from the main part of the house made me look up. Puren had finished cleaning up my disastrous curiosity and gone off to do his usual chores. It wasn’t him whom I heard but the stiff and haughty figure of Lady Shian. She hurried through the main corridor and to the front where sat the pedestal and its empty cushion.
I slunk low to the ground and covered the few yards to the doorway where I peeked around the corner. Shian stared at the empty place with ti
