Blinking against the light I yawned wide and then spluttered when Loki’s swishing tail landed in my open mouth. I swear the damn cat treats it like a game, trying to see how well he can aim his tail to land in my mouth or smack me in the face. Spitting hairs, I pushed his furry ass away from my face and stretched with a shuddering groan that sent tremors all the way down to my toes. Rolling over, I found the other side of the bed empty, and stretching out a hand over the sheets discovered that they were cool to the touch. So much for watching over me all night. Flopping back on my pillow, my jaw tightening with frustration, I huffed a stray curl out of my face and stared up at the ceiling. I would not cry, I would not let Holbrook’s desertion prick at my tender emotions. “Men suck.” Throwing back the covers I launched myself out of bed before the first tear could roll traitorously down my cheek. Loki meowed, looking up at me with large lavender eyes, somehow managing to sound reproachful.
