Chapter 195: Ambrose Good, Charlotte Balam

No one knew when the black cat had dropped a mouse onto Salvatore Casson's bedside. Something stirred in Salvatore's chest as he noticed a faint glow seeping from the mouse's body. He pinched it up between his fingers and studied it. The mouse squeaked in terror, covering its face with two chubby paws like it could hide from him that way. The oddities revealed themselves quickly. It was spotless, its fur sleek and glossy. A thin red cord was tied around one paw, delicate but clearly braided from...