NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.“Lola, get; atchoo!’ off!” I shrieked, lifting my hands as if I were held at gunpoint. The cat, however, didn’t care. She only meows, her sharp, tiny claws digging into the fabric of Margo’s daughter’s dress, the sound of her loud purring vibrating throughout my body. Her big, emerald eyes looked up at me, and I swear, there was a smug smile on her lips.“I told you this is a madhouse, Allister!” Damien reached for Lola, only for him to retract when she hisses loudly at him. “Get her off, Nora, before she sneezes again. Nora’s allergic to cats, damnit.”“I’m sorry.” Allister apologized, trying to distract Lola with a piece of bacon, but she barely glances at him; her focus is entirely on me. “She never acts like this, I swear. She usually has an aversion to human beings; hell, she doesn’t even like me that much. I’m as shocked as you guys right now.Two weeks ago, she hissed at the archbishop at mass!”“Why on earth did you take a cat to church?” I asked, trying
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