Jamie watched anxiously for the line to die down at Shamballah Coffeehouse, while a couple of intangible and (to other people) invisible cats jostled for her attention. Not that she could pet them without giving herself a migraine. But the cats didn't care. One cat began standing up on its hind legs and batting at her face, so she swept her arm through the lot of them and caused them to scatter.

When she had learned that the owner of the coffee shop was a god, of sorts, a lot of things started to make sense. Not only his inhuman bishonen beauty, but also why a coffee shop would have hundreds of ghost cats living in it. He'd also proven very knowledgeable about the nuts and bolts of the supernatural world, having an extremely non-sectarian view of the whole thing. If anyone could give her an an...

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