I scrambled out of bed. The second I saw what was happening at the door, my heart nearly leaped out of my throat.Vera stood there with a face like a storm cloud, ordering the staff to throw a cat outside because Sebastian was allergic to cat hair.The cat was Biscuit, the twelve-year-old tabby I'd brought from my parents' house, the one who'd grown up right alongside me.She lay listless on the floor, and it felt like someone had taken a punch straight through my chest.I scooped her up immediately, my voice gone cold. "Leave if you want to leave. Don't touch my cat."Before Vera could even respond, Sebastian, wearing my pajamas, cut in indignantly."This is Vera's house. You don't get to kick her out."I gave a short, humorless laugh. Both our families had put up the money for this mansion as a wedding gift.If anyone here had no right to open his mouth, it was Sebastian.My eyes landed on him. He'd grown up dirt poor, his mother dead young, his father useless, until he ende
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