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Fredward shook his head. “I’m just a cat. Meow. Purr. Purr. And you’re a vampire who refuses to drink blood. We don’t really have the muscle to protect ourselves. Let alone her.” “So…” I frowned. “We keep it a secret. Keep it all a secret. And after I’m cured, we forget any of this ever happened.” I checked the tape around my curtains, ensuring there were no cracks. I hadn’t slept since…well, the night before my little episode in the alley. I didn’t count waking up from whatever coma I’d been in as a restful sleep. Yet, I didn’t feel tired at all. “Do vamps need to sleep?” I asked and smiled faintly at an amusing thought. “Do I need to invest in a coffin?” Fredward had quickly forgotten about his playtime and was carefully licking his paw, using it to groom his forehead. “I suspect you’re a lot like me now.” “So, I should be sleeping most of the day?” “Sleep is a choice for demons. Not a need. And this cat body imposes a certain set of privileges and desires on even my eternal, demonic soul.” As if to prove his point, Fredward curled up next to me as I sat down on my couch, and immediately started snoring. ★★★★★ “It’s dark, it’s gritty, it’s funny, it’s surprising, and trust me, you’re going to LOVE Fredward the Talking Cat! Kali is fun, determined, never backs down, and refuses to give up on the people who matter. So, what if she’s a blood-sucking fiend? One of the best urban fantasy books I’ve read.”