October—You were sleeping so peacefully that I was loath to wake you. Duke Torquill, after demanding to know what I was doing in your apartment, has requested that I inform you of his intent to...

What happened? Did the prettiest little princess miss her carriage home?

He’s going to be okay,” said Quentin. “He has to. He’s Tybalt. You’d be all weird and irritating if he wasn’t around.” “Weird and irritating?” I raised an eyebrow. “What gives you that idea?” Quentin...

I’m a cat. We aren’t required to make sense.