Selena woke, as she did most mornings these days, to Mikhail wearing a trench into the ground with his pacing. His tail flicked back and forth as he paced up and down, his eyes glued to his feet. She was lucky—or perhaps, he was lucky—that she’d been moved out of the barracks. Her fellow guards wouldn’t be happy if he tried this sort of stunt there. As it was, she had a stall to herself, so she was the only one who had to deal with him.
“Are you alright, Mik...