Olivia's POV
This couldn't be happening. This could not be happening. Not tonight. Not after everything I've been through today.
I spun in a circle, searching the room again like Mitchell might suddenly materialize out of thin air. "Where is she? Where the hell is she?"
"Okay, okay, let's think about this rationally," Kira said, "When was the last time we saw her?"
"Before we left! She was sleeping on my bed, all curled up on and cozy."
"So sometime between when we left and now, she... what? Learned how to pick locks?"
"This isn't funny, Kira!"
"I'm not trying to be funny! I'm trying to understand how a cat - a pampered, royal cat - managed to escape from a locked apartment!"
I grabbed my phone from my purse with shaking hands. No messages. No missed calls. No magical explanation for how Maxwell's beloved cat had vanished into thin air.
"Maxwell is going to kill me," I whispered, staring at my phone screen. "He's going to actually kill me."
"He's not going to kill you…"
