Dark's Destiny is almost here! Release date has been moved back to June, but no worries. It will be here before you know it!

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Destiny checked her watch as she entered herhome through the back door, shutting it firmly behind her. Dang, I’m runninglate. A moving shadow drew her attention. “Hey, Sebastian.” He’d beencurled up in one of his favorite spots—in the top hammock of the cat tree inthe corner.

::I prefer the name Death:: He stood and stretchedhis long front legs out before him, flexing his claws as he did so.

Plunking her purse on the nearby kitchen table,she rolled her eyes at the huge, long-haired Maine coon cat. All muscle, hereminded her of a panther, except for his brilliant orange tabby coat and thelarge, pointy ears complete with tufts of whitish hair arcing outwards.Weighing in at just under forty pounds, he was a huge specimen, even for one ofthe largest breeds of domestic cats. His two extra toes on all four paws gave amitten appearance, making his feet look even bigger.

“Yeah, well, I preferred the name Pickles. Ibelieve we compromised.” They had this very same discussion several times perweek. She patted his head as she hurried to Pru’s home office, her late greataunt’s inner sanctum, so to speak.

Sebastian snorted but jumped down and paddedalong behind her.

She’d adopted Sebastian as a kitten three yearsbefore. Something about him just clicked. She guessed it was because he spoketo her that day—in her mind. Most people would’ve waved it off as herimagination. Destiny knew better. Descended from a long line of witches, sheinherited the ability from her father’s descendants. Her mother’s ancestorsdidn’t hold a lick of magic. Not even Aunt Pru, who was eccentric enoughwithout the addition of such unusual skills.

On the low-wattage end of witchcraft, asexplained by her paternal grandmother, the most any of them could do was starta tiny flame without the use of a lighter or flint. Generations of hooking upwith non-witches seemed to have diluted the abilities. Fine with Destiny, asshe’d more than likely have ended up burning the house down with any of thosecapabilities. Still, she possessed a single, magical gift—she could holdconversations with her sassy, arrogant cat. No other animals, just Sebastian.

Truth be told, she’d decided that magicalabilities had fizzled when it came down to her. Sebastian, on the other hand,possessed plenty. When she considered the entire puzzle, it made sense.Sebastian projected his words into her mind and he understood her spoken words.It was all Sebastian with the gifts. She simply stood on the receiving end ofhis impressive abilities.

On the other hand, where his cat burglar skillscame from, she didn’t bother to guess. As an escape artist extraordinaire, hecould sneak into Fort Knox if he wanted. A normal house must be a piece ofcake. He’d proven his expert abilities on several occasions—much to herchagrin.

“I have to find this book. Leather bound with adrawing of a flower on the cover.” She spoke out loud to keep herself on task,and as a habit. Since Sebastian could understand everything she said, shealways kept him in the loop as a nod to manners.

::Why?::

“A customer bought it from Aunt Pru. He’s hereto collect.” She recalled those piercing eyes and knew she couldn’t returnempty-handed. No matter what.

Hanging a right, she entered the office only tocome to an immediate halt. “Sebastian? What’s this?” She glared at the largewhite sock on the floor with a mix of trepidation and resignation.

Sebastian jumped up into the office chair, satdown, and started washing his front paws. ::My latest kill::

Destiny sighed heavily. “We’ve talked aboutthis. You can’t go around stealing stuff from other people.”

He ignored her. Just like every other time overthe past year that he’d requisitioned one article of clothing or another.