Chapter 19 Coffee and Late-Night Tea

I slid my legs out from under Lady Marmalade. The cat let out a tiny, grumbling squeak of protest before curling herself into a tight white ball on the rug.

“Wait here. I’ll prepare some drinks and snacks.”

“Is that a command, Miss Fable?” Cassian asked in a dry tone.

“It’s hospitality,” I said o...