He swept his cloak back dramatically and pointed at the lot of us.
"I demand you turn over to me the human known as Jennifer Louise Tiller…now."
Jackson squeaked, and I shrank back against the pump. A mayfly landed on my head, and I barely even noticed.
The big cat man with the scary looking ray gun was looking for me.
Oh man, I'm about to be cat food.
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