"You know, tonight is not a good night for witches to be walking home alone."

The voice comes from somewhere near the girl's feet and there's a hissing, otherworldly quality about it. A small white cat emerges from beneath a parked car, sharp gaze fixed on the girl. His collar proclaims that he's not one of the free fae crossing over from the Other Realm. He's the bound sort, already in service to a witch and to the whole of Circle Midnight.