Chapter 105

The dang cat just talked to her. Not in her mind, but vocally. Kitty's intense eyes met Demetria's and held.

She felt like bugs were crawling all over her skin. She had powers, yes, but she did not like an animal speaking to her like a human without being prompted. Demetria had been reading Sabrina's diary, which honestly was boring beyond belief.

Who documented everything that happened to them in a day? She guessed that back then the lack of entertainment would make you do many boring things. Including writing down your every move.

Maybe that was why women had multiple children back then, because there was nothing better to do than bang it out.

None of it mattered anymore. Kitty told her what happened, and she had no reason not to

believe the talking cat. The truth was that Demetria loved the thing. A werewolf reincarnated or not, he'd been there for her many times.

Kerry glared down at it like it had grown two heads. "I don't like that," he admitted.

"Me either," Demetria said, put