Chapter 32

Jake woke up on a mattress that felt like it had been stuffed with gravel and disappointment. The air in the orphanage prison cell tasted of dust and old brick, but a heavy, warm weight on his chest kept him pinned to the thin sheets. He blinked, coming face-to-face with a creature of purest white fur and a lazy, judgmental expression. “Professor Whiskers,” Jake croaked, the name sticking to the roof of his mouth. The cat didn’t purr. It simply narrowed its eyes, looking like a Bond...