Seven returned to his domain to find the Cat and the Reaper spitting mad. They were pacing the sitting room in circles around what looked like a Private domain.
“Why is there a Private domain in my sitting room?” he asked, a perfectly reasonable question seeing as people weren’t supposed to be able to set up a Private domain within another Private domain.
“We should have transferred out.” The Reaper waved a robed arm above his head. “This domain should be outside of yours. It would be right next to it, yes, but it would be out.”
“Is that Fox’s domain?” Seven tilted his head as he examined it.
The Cat folded his arms. “Yes, rotten little dust-resistant mite that he is.”
“Where’s King?” asked Seven. “Did you put him somewhere else?”
“No, he’s in there with the other one.”
Seven sat on
