Couldn’t you turn yourself into something so they couldn’t find you?" Emma asked. "Cats do that sort of thing, don’t they?"
"Other cats do. Unfortunately, these days, I’m without a pride. No pride, no magic. My attempts to correct this have only caused me trouble. Though . . ." He eyed Emma and began to scratch lazily at the curtains with one claw.
"Though a new opportunity might present itself soon enough."
Emma sat back down on the box. "I’m sorry you lost your pride and your magic and stuff. I lost someone, too. My sister."
"Oh, please. We’re talking about cat magic, the most powerful magic in the world. What good is a sister?"