Chapter Twenty-Four
The next morning I wake up with a massive hangover and a pair of yellow eyes staring down at me. It takes me a moment to make the world stop spinning and orient myself.
Where the hell am I? The penthouse of L’Etoile.
What is that? Ah, that’s right. The cat.
My voice comes out scratchy and thick. “Bonjour, Minette.”
She’s apparently warmed up enough that she’s cuddling on my chest. Either that or she was plotting ways to kill me in my sleep. Gingerly I move the kitty aside and wander out of the bedroom.
A room service tray sits on the small table, filled with pastries and an omelet. I must have been sleeping very hard not to notice it arrive. And from behind the closed door I hear music playing. I believe the song is “Breakaway” by Kelly Clarkson, though it’s been
