"Yes, Young Master."
MEOW.
Sophie was awakened by an annoying meowing sound.
Groggily opening her eyes, she saw Harry's large, round cat eyes.
Her head shot back, and Sophie patted her chest to calm her racing heart.
"Harry, how did you get in?"
Harry innocently shook his tail, his small claws scratching at the silk quilt twice.
Sophie seemed to have forgotten that this cat had become incredibly cunning and could open the bedroom door by himself.
She sat up and looked around, but didn't see Thomas Shannon. She picked Harry up by the scruff of his neck, threw back the silk quilt, and got out of bed.
"Young Master?"
The bath chamber was empty, and so was the balcony.
Did he leave again?
Thinking about this possibility, Sophie felt a faint thrill of excitement.
Putting Harry down, she quickly changed her clothes, washed up, and hurried out of the bedroom.
