Who? | The Dhampir (Book Two)

XVIII

Cayden

I scan my surroundings while tying the opening of a huge trash bag filled with trash.

"This is much better than before," I say with a huge smile across my face as if I'm staring at my masterpiece.

I can not believe those two don't have time to clean this small place. Wrappers. Used clothes. Rotten fruits. I shudder after remembering what this house looks like. The only thing they clean is their dishes.

With a grunt, I carry the trash bag outside.

"I guess I should wash our clothes tomorrow," I mumble while walking outside to the back of the house.

I look around while dusting off my hands.

Peace.

I miss this village.

"I haven't visited Father yet," I say. "Maybe I should, with Liev, tomorrow, after washing our clothes."

It's so peaceful that I can hear the soles of my shoes stepping on the pile of snow. Everyone's asleep, I guess.

"Cold, cold, cold," I say with shaky lips as I run back to the house without wearing my coat.

"Brrrr," I shiver while I take off my shoes.

"Tuna!" I yell while wearing my slippers. "Do not sit there!" I exclaim as I walk my way to the feline creature.

"Meow," the Persian cat responds as he jumps off the side table. Its feet accidentally kick the apple resting on the wooden table, resulting in the apple falling.

Sigh.

I feel a slight shiver when I hear the cat's response. My eyebrows furrow after realizing what happened. I stop halfway through picking up the apple. Confused, I glance at the cat.

Can a cat tell a lie?

This is something new.

"Did you just lie?" I ask the cat as if I can understand its response. I reach for the apple and place it back on the table.