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Quivering, Kit shrank on himself. Then his limbs snapped, going rigid.
Lachlan cried out in panic.
Then suddenly, Kit grew outwards and up.
Lachlan fell back, eyes wide in shock.
Black fur shortened and disappeared into brown skin. His legs grew. Paws stretched into fingers. Kit lifted his head, his features morphing and distorting.
Panting, Lachlan stared up at the man who straddled his lap, a very naked, attractive man. The man was completely human, except for the two black cat ears, one of which was missing half. His green eyes stared down at Lachlan. A tail swished behind the man.
Lachlan’s brain struggled to function. He didn’t speak, didn’t move. He could do nothing but breathe heavily.
They stared at each other for several moments.
Then the man smiled. He placed his hands on Lachlan’s chest.
“I love you too,” the man said.
Then he leaned forward.
Lachlan sucked in a breath, thinking the man was about to kiss him, but instead, the stranger rubbed his cheek over Lachlan’s throat and face.
“I love you so much, Lachlan,” the man with cat ears murmured. “My witch. I love you!”
What the fuck is happening?
CHAPTER 11
Kit rubbed his face against Lachlan’s smooth, toned chest, contentment and glee bubbling up inside him. They’d been lying together in bed, as they so often did.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Kit,” Lachlan said to Kit. “I love you.”
And every bone, muscle, nerve, and fibre of Kit’s being yearned to say the exact same words to Lachlan.
He tried with all his heart. But all that came out was a pitiful meow.
It wasn’t enough. He needed Lachlan to know how he felt! Kit needed to say the words. And then, from somewhere deep inside him, something awakened, an ability he’d forgotten long ago.
Bones creaked. Muscles stretched and contorted. Skin and fur rearranged. His body ached as he transformed and shifted. Then he was a human, like he had been in the before.
“I love you so much, Lachlan,” Kit whispered. “My witch. I love you!”
Suddenly, Lachlan scrambled out from under him, backing up against the head of the bed. Lachlan’s face paled. “Who…are you?” His voice shook.
Kit’s throat clenched. A nervous laugh escaped him. “I… I’m Kit. I’m your familiar.”
Lachlan shook his head. His mouth moved, but nothing came out.
“It’s all right.” Kit supposed it must be a bit of a shock, now that Kit thought about it.
Lachlan had yet to see him like this. Honestly, it was a bit of a shock to Kit too. He’d forgotten what it felt like to be human.
But Kit was still himself. Still Lachlan’s familiar. Still in love with Lachlan. In a few seconds, Lachlan would realise this, and everything would be fine.
Kit scooted closer, reaching out for Lachlan. “It’s me. It’s your Kit.”
Lachlan’s eyes bulged. He gave a jerky shake of his head. He half fell from the bed with a thud and sprinted to the door. He yanked it open.
