*** “Please, don’t. I’m bound…I-I belong to someone.” Neomee pleaded with the Cat that stood before her, his palms resting flatly against the wall on either side of her as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck. She’d left the quarters she shared with Bray in the middle of the night. Unsure where to go or what to do she roamed the temple until the sun rose, then she’d decided to sneak into the dining hall to steal a quick bite before Bray woke. She never made it. She’d been grabbed from behind and drug down to the catacombs. At first she thought the Cat carrying her was Bray, but slung over his shoulder she saw in the dimly lit tunnel that this Cat lacked the three black stripes that Bray always wore painted down his back. It was not her Prince of Cats! She’d struggled against him in vain, trying to free herself but succeeding only in making him laugh. He carried her deep into the catacombs and the further he got, the faster her heart raced. “I am mated to Bray, Prince of Cats.” Her voice sounded shaky even to her own ears.
