Cornered Prey

GAEL'S POV

"We'd better make a run for it, then," I muttered, already scanning for exits.

The sound of boot heels against tile sent me diving behind a display of chips, the bags crinkling traitorously under my hands. Calypso went rigid on my shoulder, her claws digging into my skin through my shirt. The pain helped me focus.

I lifted her off, her fur silky against my palm. "Scout for me, will you?