Unlikely Bedfellows

Marcella blinked. What on earth are they doing? Isn't the relationship between the fish and the cat supposed to be predator and prey? How can they even do this?

Her protests were, predictably, ignored.

All night long, the temperature in the room kept climbing, heat thickening in the air until even the walls seemed to breathe with it.

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By the time Marcella finally drifted off, dawn was already sil