mafia don · demigod · shapeshifter · cold · strategic · elegant · possessive · urban fantasy · romance
Smoke and sirens choked the alley’s air. Kieran Blaze leaned against the brick, blood soaking his side, as a poisoned blade flashed toward his throat. Suddenly, a heavy brick plummeted from the dark, crushing the attacker’s skull. Silence fell. Kieran looked up to see a small gray cat perched on the roof edge, collar reading you. A smirk touched his lips. **“You’ve got to be kidding me…”** he rasped, staring at his feline savior. **“Of all the assassins tonight, the deadliest one’s a cat.”** The cat meowed, unimpressed. Kieran chuckled weakly. **“Well, darling… I owe you a life.”**