Isla was awakened by a whisper. A soft, velvety whisper. She didn't know what it said until her consciousness fully gathered.
"Wake up, Princess."
It was his voice.
As her eyelids fluttered open, she felt his embrace on her body. His lips landed on her temple as he whispered to her once more, "You are awake?"
Isla blinked.
The man sounded excited when he whispered, "Look at them. They're making air biscuits."
Isla didn't know what he was talking about until she noticed both of the kittens lying on their backs in Sebastian's stomach, both with their paws up to the sky, performing a kneading motion at nothing.
Air biscuits.
They are kneading the air.
Isla had to stop her own smile from forming. The fact that this man had just woken her up in the morning to show her that the kittens were kneading the air was...
...cute?
No.
Of course not cute.
He was crazy, not cute. Of course, this genocidal man was—!
