Chapter Fifteen
Five minutes feels like an eternity. All I can do is sit on one of the tables in the room and stroke the white kitten.
"Are you going to give him a name?" Ryan asks.
"It's a him?" I squeak.
"Yes. I've gotten good at telling what gender kittens are now."
I flash him a weak smile, not feeling it while I wait for Caspian to be released. Not that it's going to solve anything. I can't unlearn the things that Feathertop and Magda talked about. Nor can I pretend the others didn't hear either.
"You should call him Ghost," Thomas says.
"After the one in the TV show you like?" I keep meaning to check it out but never get the time.
"The books are better," he mutters. "But yes."
"Sure, he can be called Ghost." It's an easy name to remember.
My phone beeps.
"Time to go, then?
