Chapter 28
Lucius
“How is that cat doing?” I ask Juno as my limo drives to the private airport where my plane is parked. We’ve been chatting all through my packing, and I’m still not ready to get off the phone.
She laughs—a sound I find strikingly pleasant, especially as of late. “Are you really inquiring about the fluffy would-be-murderer? Clearly, we’ve run out of things to talk about.”
I yawn, glancing out the window at the darkness outside. “You’ve got a point.”
“Stop yawning,” she says, then yawns loudly. “The cat is doing great, but her mom is going to murder me, thanks to the NDA you made me sign. If gossip were a person, it would be Pearl.”
I frown. For some reason, I get annoyed whenever I’m reminded of the NDA, or other details that highlight the true nature of our arrangem
