A Breath Against Glass
...Khhh. The twine draped across my brow twitched first. I paused, letting the dark settle, then lifted one clawed finger toward the streak of light slicing the gloom. Clack. My claw tapped against a cold, smooth sheet of clear glass right in front of my snout. I drew back slowly, holding completely still, listening to the faint vibration hum through the barrier.
