"I told you," a muffled, paranoid voice hissed from the shadows. "I told you she was going to find us."
I took a slow sip of my morning tea and looked down.
Yuki was currently crammed completely underneath my heavy oak desk. He was in his fluffy white cat form, pressed so far into the back corner he looked like a discarded snowball. Only his glowing turquoise eyes were visible in the dark.
"Yuki, you are a nine-hundred-year-old river deity," I sighed, setting my teacup down. "Get out from under my desk. You are getting white fur all over the treasury ledgers."
"I am securing the perimeter!" Yuki hissed back. "She is relentless! You don't understand the sheer, terrifying persistence of a woman who waits nine centuries for a date!"
"You're just being dramatic," Rin chimed in happily.
