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Chapter 168

Noah and Rhys had a standing joke, since Desmond hated cats, Noah always sent a cat diplomat to deal with him. It was a brazen provocation, meant to rile both- the cats to an uprising, and Desmond's vote bank to show how performative he was. Maybe he'd be dethroned when both bayed for blood. It was cruel, but his people were trapped, no outside force can bring them their freedom.

Heart singing in his chest, he sucked in a great lungfuls of air. Woods flew by in a shadowed blur. Paws landing solidly, whiskers fluttering in the breeze. Brain switched off as he ran. Only an impossible tick to maintain-Nora Desmond. His cat should hate her on principle.

Nora killed the engine of her old sedan, rusted window halfway open so the air conditioner's thrumming was useless. Just like her attempts at normalcy. Her father had revoked "car privileges" because she had forgotten to send it for its regular priming sessions. Walter Desmond lived like a tyrant and expected everyone to fall into line at
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