Chapter Four
"I'm so sorry, Mona." Thomas says as he rushes into the library and drops his bag onto the table. "Feathertop kept asking me question after question."
My blood runs cold. "About us?"
He laughs nervously. "Thankfully not, she seems more focused on making sure I do all of the tasks she's assigned me."
"Is it wrong to be relieved?" I ask.
Rhubarb bats at my leg with his paw. I lean down and pick up my kitten, rubbing his head affectionately. Perhaps I shouldn't have let the two of them roam around in case we need to make a quick getaway, but I can't bear the thought of them shut away any longer than they have to be.
"No, it isn't," he assures me. "Anything that means she isn't onto us is good. We have to take what we can get."
A nervous laugh slips out of me before I can s
