Old Tricks

Rosalind blinked in confusion to see Issac's fiancée. What was she doing out here? However, she stiffened upon seeing the missing Wrry cat in her arms and she stroked the cat with an unreadable expression. Rosalind caught sight of the medallion as well and her grasp around the knife tightened, a deadly aura coming off her in waves. The Fae must know what was going on and must die. 

"Sorry to interrupt you or whatever it was you were up to?" Issac's fiancée Maxi said, with not an ounce of suspicion in her eyes which made Rosalind a bit confused. Perhaps, she was thinking too much and the Fae had stumbled here by mistake. 

Yes, stumbled here by mistake with both the cat and the Wrry Cat. Rosalind found it hard to believe, this was a delicate situation. She eased up a little but didn't lower her guard. 

"I was enjoying the night air when I stumbled upon this cute, adorable cat, any chance you know who it belongs to?" Issac's fiancée inquired.