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I stood there, blinking, just staring at the door. He’d used his magic to slam that door right in my face. My breath caught.

“Whoa,” a voice said from behind me. “You okay?”

I looked up to find Travis standing at the top of the stairs with his hair already perfectly styled and his clothes for the day on and looking sharp. A shiver rocked my body, and I took two steps back until I hit the opposite end of the hall.

“Norah?” Travis came closer, standing right in front of me. “Did you and Liam get into a fight or something?”

A fight? I wished it was just a fight. I looked up at Travis’s emerald eyes. My voice still came out in a whisper as if I was afraid to acknowledge what I saw, but really, I didn’t want that thing knowing how much it affected me. “I saw the familiar move over Liam. He was sleeping, and the thing moved on him, Travis.”

Travis’s eyes narrowed. “Just now?”

I nodded. “Then I woke him up, and he’s just not himself. He told me to get away from him and that he couldn’t keep me safe right now.”

With all the conflicting things running through my head, Travis just watched as I had my mini breakdown. “He has been acting off.”

Off? I wanted to laugh, but that just seemed too cruel. “I think it’s more than just that.”

A thud sounded from Liam’s room. Travis peeked behind him and then pulled on my hand. We walked down the stairs together and into the kitchen where Travis busied himself with the toaster and the stove. “I don’t know what to think,” Travis said. “We haven’t come across anything like this before. I didn’t know it was even possible for someone like us to even get something like that. I’ve heard about it with bad witches. Familiars on bad witches is a no-brainer, but we’re inherently good. That’s why we’re the Enforcers. That’s why we get the pull.”

“So, what does that say to you?”

“It says to me that either that familiar was spawned from a super powerful demon, or…” He trailed off, his shoulders sagging as he flipped a few eggs in a frying pan. “Or,” he started again. “It says to me that our magic is still haywire. Liam can’t find a trace of anything about a demonic familiar attaching itself to anything that wasn’t bad. Maybe that’s why he’s so paranoid and doesn’t want you around him anymore.”

“But he’s not bad,” I said, trying not to come apart. “If anything, he’s the best one out of all of us.”

“Yeah,” Travis muttered. “Poor choice for the familiar because if he thinks he’s going to be getting Liam to do anything terrible, he can think again. He’ll resist him. He’s as pure as they come.”

Travis turned around with the eggs and grabbed a plate. He slid two off the pan onto one plate and another two onto the other. He then nudged the first plate toward me. “Thank you.” I sat there and ate my eggs at the same time mulling things over in my head. “Maybe that’s why he’s been acting so strange lately. He could be having an internal battle with himself all the time and we don’t even know about it.”

“Anything is a possibility at this point,” Travis said. He raised his eyebrows after shoving a forkful of egg into his mouth. “I’d love to hear what you and Randy were doing last night.”

I stilled, a cold wash of reality sweeping over me. “Last night?”

Travis nodded. “I hear you went for a ride, yet when you came home, Randy ran up to the room without saying anything to anyone. I’ve known him long enough to know that was odd behavior for him. Did you guys get in a fight?”

“No,” I shrugged, my face heating. Why did it have to be Travis giving me the third degree? If it was Gabe, I could just distract him.

“Didn’t think so considering the sounds that were coming from your room last night.”

I was not going to apologize for that. That was too much fun. “I think we need to soundproof things in here.”

“It certainly might make it easier for the rest of us who want to get some sleep.”

“I’m notthatloud.”

“It wasn’t you last night,” Travis said. “It was Randy.”

A smirk tweaked my lips and Travis turned away. He’d had a huge orgasm last night, that was for sure. “It would be worse if we were all still in the apartment,” I mentioned, not bothering to hide how much last night had pleased me.

“Ha. Yes, it would. I guess that’s one thing to be thankful for. We definitely have a lot more room here than we ever did at that place.”

Travis placed two pieces of bread in the toaster and pushed the lever down. “That’s your toast.” He walked around the counter and stopped just on the other side of the bar. “I just hope you and Randy know what you’re doing. Be careful.”

I reared back in surprise. “You’re not mad?” He’d surmised we were doing something behind his back and he…didn’t care?

“I know Randy is just doing whatever he can think of to keep everyone safe. Hopefully your presence will ground him since he tends to go off the deep end when left to his own devices.”

I nodded, and eventually Travis turned away and headed back up the steps. I called out after him. “You didn’t fall and hit your head this morning, did you?”