The Cat's Claw

Summary

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For five long years, I took care of Kaelen's Persian cat.

Tonight, the moment I stuck my key into the heavy, bulletproof door of our Beverly Hills mansion―before I could even disarm the security system―that damn cat lunged at me out of nowhere and sank its teeth into my hand.

Blood dripped from my Cartier bracelet onto the marble floor. I just stood there in the foyer, stunned, for a full ten seconds.

In the back of an Uber on my way to the emergency room at Cedars-Sinai, the neon lights