Charlie didn’t know whether it was her anger coursing through her veins or the fact that she had been practicing for a few days now on it, but as she stormed through her neighborhood and the half orange and half black cat reappeared in front of her yet again, Rose stood in front of it and stared it down, her chest heaving with her anger at her family. And suddenly, she understood the cat.
“There you are,” the cat said in a low female voice.
“Excuse me?” Charlie snapped, her brows furrowing. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Her mind was still half on the interaction she had just had with her family. She was still fuming over it. She didn’t want to talk to the stupid cat who had almost caused her and the other Quintets to die.
“Oh, finally,” the cat said, “we can converse.”
“Who
