CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
JACK EYED THE UNNATURAL feline as it twined its way around Mina's ankles until she reached down to pick the creature up with a fluidity of movement that spoke of years of training in either martial arts or dance.
First nestling up into her neck, the werecat then crawled onto her shoulder and turned its phantasmagoric, golden eyes on the rest of the conclave, pausing as they came to him, as if passing judgment. He stared back from where he leaned against one of the pillars separating the vaulted nave from the arcade, arm crossed, jaws tense. The creature looked away first. Jack smiled and shifted his gaze to Dar, who had absentmindedly ran a tanned finger along the cat's marmalade fur, as Adeh gave his report: no sign of this new threat Rhys had hinted at, no Herald s
