Chapter 16 Jerk

• SEVYN
• “Good morning, Snitch,” Leilani said when I walked into the kitchen, my kitchen. “Would you like me to make you breakfast, Mia Regina?”
• “I am not your queen,” I emphasized, starting the espresso machine Vincent had been kind enough to get. “And I did not snitch.” Mr. Sniffles crept up to me, curling his white furry body around my leg. “Good morning, sweetheart.” I lifted and my Persian cat and draped him over my shoulder. “Are you hungry?”