“Hey, Novidia,” Misha called, closing the distance between him and the female feline. “Can we talk?”
She looked up, her golden eyes shimmering as they reflected the sparks from Trykerius’s plasma torch. Setting aside the tablet in her paws, she looked the youngest Concloian up and down. Sitting on the overturned crate behind her, she motioned for him to join her. “What’s gotten under your scales?”
“Azrael.”
The name made the Katzenfurg snicker slightly. She’d seen the way Misha stared a little too long. Saw how he often put the young woman ahead of himself, and she knew how flustered just being close to her made him. “Oh?”
“I don’t know what to do. I… I can’t stop thinking about her. It feels like she’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I want it to stop, but at the same time, I
