The boy's cries continued, the only sound breaking through the deadened silence, until his eyes lit upon something at the end of the hall and he quieted: and then relocated more than moved, flickering up to standing as if there had been no motion in between, and from there to a spot behind Lust in the blink of an eye. One pale hand reached out and snagged onto her wrist, grip cold and demanding.

In the other arm he held a small black cat, curled comfortably against his chest and staring at them with gleaming eyes.