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“Yeah, that about sums it up,” I agreed. A flurry of overprotectiveness washed over me, but that shit wouldn’t sit well with Norah. But to pull this with Liam missing? That was fucked up. “She could’ve told us where she was going.”

“We would’ve tried to talk her out of it.”

“No shit.”

“Well, that’s probably why she didn’t tell us,” he said.

I glared at him. Obviously, that was the case. Jesus. Slept with her once and now acted like he knew everything about her. He was well behind the curve when it came to Norah for fuck’s sake. He could barely stand to be around her a fucking week ago.

“Don’t give me that look,” Travis said. “Yes, I’m into her, too. Have been,” he admitted, dropping his voice.

“So, you were just what? Determined on being a dick?”

His gaze narrowed. “That’s between me and Norah.”

Fair enough. I didn’t really want everyone knowing the ins and outs of the intimacies of our relationship either.

“Listen,” Travis said, holding his hand up. “I don’t want to fight about this. We’re a coven. We’re all interconnected now more than ever. Is this thing with her and me going to be a problem for you?”

“No, it’s not a problem. Just don’t act like you know her and I don’t. That would be a problem.”

Travis looked away, continuing his path from the front door to the kitchen island. I moved to the island and sat on the stool, hoping she’d get back soon. I wanted to make sure she was fine, and that Ren was telling the truth when he said he didn’t hurt her. Not that she couldn’t protect herself. She had enough magic for that. She was stronger than the rest of us

Travis stopped in front of me. He waited until I looked up at him, then said, “Dude, I know I’ve been a dick lately. I’m sorry. I don’t want to be that guy anymore. I just want to move forward with the way things are now. Jax is in the past. Jennie’s doing good…”

“Adams?” I asked. He’d never opened up that much about what happened there, but if he was still hung up on some girl, he didn’t deserve Norah yet.

“Not even a sliver of a memory compares to what we’ve got in front of us.”

I nodded. That was exactly what I wanted to hear. “Should we wake up Gabe?”

Travis shrugged. “Only if we’re going to have a group meeting. Other than that, I guess it can wait until morning.” He checked his watch. “You know, in a couple hours.” He pulled up the stool next to me. “We must’ve done something wrong if she went to the Reid’s by herself without telling us. I’d rather know about her plans before she implements them rather than being blindsided.”

“That’s the fucking truth,” I told him. “When Ren asked me why the hell Norah was at the Reid’s place, I had no idea how to answer. It wasn’t a great feeling.”

“She does what she wants to do when she wants to do it. She’s not used to having a coven.”

I scratched my jaw. The earlier conversation we’d had with her came back to me. “We did kind of tell her she wasn’t going into the Reid’s place without us even though her idea wasn’t that bad. She is the only one they don’t know or haven’t heard of. Especially Liam.”

“Liam?” Travis asked, his eyebrows arching.

“Yeah, Liam’s family and the Reid’s were tight. Both rich. Both powerful. I’m kind of glad he’s not around for this. He doesn’t like being reminded of shit.”

“But he didn’t know them? How could he? He was adopted.”

“No, of course not. He just knows they were close friends when he did research once he found out who he was. He’s always wondered about them, and if they’re as close as he said they were, I’m sure they would’ve known about him. Maybe even why he was sent away.”

“I see what you’re getting at,” Travis said, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. “Yeah, best he wasn’t here for this one.” He ran a hand down his face, stifling a yawn. “We’ll have to tell him when he gets back though.”

The door handle jiggled and both Travis and I stood. It opened, and she stepped through. I did a once-over in my head, looking for just one hair out of place and Ren was getting another call from me. Not that any of it would’ve been his fault, but I needed some place to vent my anger.

“Oh, good. You’re both up,” she deadpanned.

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when the owner of a magical whore house calls you in the middle of the night.”

Norah made a face. “He’s so skeevy.” It fell just as fast as it came though. “I supposed he did help me out this time. He could’ve blown me in, but he didn’t.”

She stopped just in front of us, throwing the keys down on the counter. Then, she stared at us one after the other. “You guys are mad?”