Never trust a cat.
It had been good advice, she decided with a sigh, cats were just too unpredictable as allies. The grey tabby she had been following sheepishly reappeared from under one of the pipes and paused to groom a spider web from its paw.
“Anything else you’d like to warn me about?” Kelly nudged the body of the crow daemon.
“No, not really.” The tabby sniffed at the body then turned and strolled down the access tunnel only slightly less boldly than it had before fifty pounds of coalesced evil had pounced from behind an electrical conduit. It paused six feet ahead and looked back over one shoulder. “Coming?”
She sighed, wiped the now pitted blade of her sword against the leg of her jeans and followed. Never ever trust a cat.