Chapter Fifty-Eight
I wake up to the feeling of something furry snuggling at my chest and back.
Wait, chest and back?
I lift the blanket.
Yep. There’s something furry on both sides.
A cat and a chinchilla.
“Good morning,” Fluffster says in my head.
“Hey, bud,” I whisper back.
Lucifur looks at me with green eyes that seem to say, “If you wish to keep your intestines, vassal, you will cover me with that blanket at once.”
I cover her back up, happy to see her doing better.
“How are you feeling?” Fluffster asks, standing up on his hind legs. “I heard you got really hurt.”
Swinging my legs off the bed, I examine my body for damage from last night.
Nothing.
No, much better than nothing.
“I feel like I’ve been on a two-year vacation,” I tell him. “With spa treatments, cabana boys fe
