The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy
“Are they always…cats?”
“I can make them whatever I want,” Jesse says with a shrug, puffing the kittens away into ambiguous shadow and then reforming them again into two elaborate smokey knives and then two tiny crocodiles that snap their teeth and make Daphne laugh. Then, grinning, he turns them back into the kittens again. “But…the panthers feel right. Feel best.”
“Is that what they are?” she asks, sitting back against the window frame and absently petting one of the panther kittens that climbs into her lap. “Not house cats?”