I had just sat down, my legs no longer willing to hold me up, when Sassafras leaped onto the table and fixed me with his amber eyes.

"I agree with Shenka," he said.

"Of course you do." I sat back, refusing to look at him. "Just beat it, cat. I'm busy."

"Feeling sorry for yourself." He snorted. "Typical. When will you tire of your little pity parties, Syd, and grow up?"

I wanted to snap at him, almost did. But as I turned to deliver a scathing line, I saw ...