“Shit’s about to go down,” Kenji said in my head. The three Ks popped up next to Kenji, and several shifters jumped out of their seats in surprise. I guessed nobody knew my familiar had found his family in Tiberius’s torture labs.
“Why, Miss Blackstone!” Oakman clapped his hands together with glee. “How exciting for us all to see more rare kitsunes!”
The Ks bared their teeth in a show of disgust just as the classroom door flew open and a team of armed dudes in MIB tactical vests swarmed in.
“Professor Albertus Horatio Oakman, you are under arrest for crimes against a protected species.”
Everyone gasped in shock. Me included.
Oakman raised his hands to cast a defensive spell, but he was too slow. The MIB guys cuffed him, ignoring his howls of innocence.
“Save it for the trial, professor,” the team leader sneered, rolling his eyes. Kenji waited until the exact moment the MIB dragged Oakman past my desk before pissing all over him.
Honestly, it was disgusting, and I would never usually condone such feral behavior, but Oakman deserved it.
And from the way the three Ks hopped up and down, barking excitedly, they thought so too.
56
Raven
Iread Glynda’s message and frowned. We’d arranged to meet up this evening, ostensibly to binge a new cozy mystery series on Magiflix, but she’d just canceled.
Glynda: Sorry, something came up. Rain check? Xxx
Sure, no problem! Xxx
My bestie was hiding things, but each time I tried interrogating her, she evaded and changed the subject.
It was kind of hurtful that she didn’t trust me enough to share her problems when I shared everything with her.
Even the bad stuff, like when Daisy the hellhound ate Miss Windborne’s rooster. Honestly, I felt terrible about it. But by the time I spotted her chomping on a charred bird, itwas too late.
Luckily, Fig kindly disposed of the evidence. Miss Windborne assumed Rodney the Rooster left of his own accord, seeking a new and more exciting flock, and replaced him a few days later.
To avoid any more calamitous events of a chicken nature, I changed things up and took Daisy into the forest for her exercise. She preferred it there anyway, especially when Kenji joined us. Despite his endless bitching, he rather enjoyed playing chase with Daisy. She chased him, and he blinked away, popping up in different locations.
“I do not enjoy it,” he grumbled in my head. “The hellhound is even more irritating than the pig.”
The Ks had left us. All three of them had gone to stay with Olaf for a bit. Kenji had been quiet for a few days before perking up again.
Adam was still busy sorting out the mess his brother had left behind, and aside from one flying visit, I hadn’t seen him or Nula. He’d left Nova in charge at the farm. Now that the demon attacks had ended, the witches were safe on their own.
After negotiating with my father, the Supernatural Council decreed that demons could come and go via the portal under the watchful eye of the MIB. Demons entering the realm received magic tags, and if they committed a crime, MIB enforcers tracked them down and sent them back to face punishment.
So far, the monitoring system appeared to be working. High-level demons came and went, most of them here to do business with shady humans and magicals. There had been a few violent incidents where demons got carried away, but my father had dealt with them.
With my plans for the evening derailed, I tossed my phone aside and picked up a book I’d been reading for the last few days, but after reading the same page three times, I gave up.
Daisy lay in her bed, huffing out smoke as she snored. She’d doubled in size over the last month, which was a concern. Having seen afully grown hellhound, I was genuinely panicking that Daisy might outgrow our dorm. Dad reassured me she wouldn’t get that big unless she went back to the demon realm, but he lied about most things, so I remained skeptical.
“Hungry?” Maverick stopped what he was doing the minute I wandered into the kitchen. The yummy scents of cinnamon and sugar told me he’d been baking again. “I tried a new recipe, so you can be my guinea pig.”
“Cookies, care bear?” Zane pinged into view behind me, making me scream as he snatched me off my feet.
“They’re not for you!” Maverick still hadn’t forgiven Zane for sampling my birthday cake before I’d even seen it. He claimed he hadn’t known it was a birthday cake, despite the sugar icing decoration saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RAVEN!
“But baking is your love language, care bear, and I know you lurrrve me.”
