Very carefully and without making the slightest noise, Cherry put one paw on the graying carpet and then remained motionless again. The next step took several seconds. She fixed the little toy mouse without even blinking.When the mouse didn't move, it took another step, then suddenly began to wiggle its buttocks vigorously and fell off. The great huntress had already grabbed her unsuspecting prey and battered it with teeth and claws to show her who was the boss here."Cherry," I warned the white cat because she had messed up the photos of my parents on the floor during her maneuver and pushed her aside.Out of shock, or simply because she was having a lot of fun, she threw the mouse in a high arc and then rushed under the bed with a monkey tooth. Calm returned and there was only a forgotten mouse and two reflective eyes under the bed that watched me very closely - could still give me something to eat.Cherry was a white longhair cat that wa

"You might be right about that." Her lips curled up in a smug smile before she turned her full attention to me. “Hi, I'm Tiffany. Tiffany winner. ""Grace." I turned around until I was face to face with her. Immediately her smile slipped a little. Well, the memory of my childhood, a long scar that ran across my mouth to my chin, she had apparently not noticed before. “Maybe we should all pull paper bags over our heads. After all, nobody here wants to sully your sensitive sensitivity to aesthetics. "Her mouth stayed closed. It wasn't that she avoided my gaze, she just suddenly didn't seem to feel so comfortable in her skin anymore. Yes, something like that could happen if you made such a big mistake.I didn't say anything else either, just fixed her for a few silent seconds and then walked past her to the counter, where the lady behind was on the phone with someone. As I stood next to Reese, I felt her gaze on my back and when he automatically put his arm around my

He took his time with a reply. It was clear to him that this topic was quite delicate for me and that is why he only opened his mouth when we were halfway through the open-plan office and I wasn't even expecting an answer. "You should see them before we're cooped up with them in a van with them tomorrow.""I'm not sure it will make that much of a difference.""Believe me, it will be."Maybe, maybe not, just the prospect of seeing her right now, made my tension rise again. Not just because of what they'd done, but because of what they stood for. A shattered childhood, an orphan, the Venator's profession. It was only because of these proles that I became a Venator.When I was a little kid I always wanted to be a vet, or maybe a chimney sweep. Chimney sweeps brought luck and I liked the idea of bringing luck. Of course, I knew that these were a six-year-old's dreams, but without the events of that time, I wouldn't be who I was today.I couldn't tell if tha