My villainess. She's glamorous, but surprisingly, not a rival love-interest:
She holds up a finger to stop him.
“Whatever it is can wait.”
She says it all so softly it’s like the whole room falls into a hush, and I look at Kat who has tilted his head just barely enough for me to see his expression.
Like a wild bird, somebody trapped in a cage, begging to be let out.
“My angel knows that, don’t you, Kitty Kat?”
Mrs. Moon smooths his cheek babyingly with her thumb, cupping his chin in her hand, and he gives her the most half-hearted, pathetic smile I’ve ever seen.
