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If only they knew the whole story.

But, of course, they couldn’t.

No one could.

Least of all Silas.

Which was probably why I was back to avoiding him. It was just getting… complicated. The more I thought about it, the more moral quandaries I started to have. Until I was able to sort all that out, it just felt safer to avoid him. I could almost convince myself that my little secret wasn’t some kind of betrayal if we were just coworkers, just two people who were both getting something good out of the situation.

If I kept letting things get physical, I wasn’t sure I could keep telling myself that.

“Maggie.”

“Hey, Steve.” I closed the lid on the humidifier before the rabbit foot fern started making his dehydration everyone else’s problem, then turned to face the demon. “What’s up?”

“Is this going to be a common thing?” He waved back at the three witches in their plum-colored robes dancing in a circle in the common room.

“They’re… married to the demon below the floor.”

A demon I had still yet to see evidence even existed. But what did I know?

“It’s distracting.”

I didn’t disagree.

But when I’d spoken to the station’s attorneys about it, they told me to err on the side of caution when it came to trying to kick them out.

So while I did insist that they not attempt to be, you know, conjugal, with their husband, I looked the other way so long as they were clothed.

“We’re a little concerned that asking them to leave might infringe on their rights,” I told Steve.

He worked his jaw side to side.

Because if anyone knew about corporate red tape, it was him. That said, anything he saw as mildly inconvenient was something he wanted to take up with someone.

“I’m not even sure the demon they are worshipping exists.”

He would know better than me.

“They’re already down by half,” I reasoned. “I think if they keep calling to him and he doesn’t show himself, they will move on.”

Steve sniffed at that. I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was a little jealous. I mean, he was a demon. And he was standing right there. Why wouldn’t they just worship him? He was certainly handsome enough.

“Maybe you should talk to them,” I suggested. “I mean, they’re clearly into demons. They might be fun to have a conversation with.”

I moved away from him before he could demand the station re-carpet his room or something like that.

I meant to get out of there before Silas’s show. Mostly because I didn’t trust my own self-control if he walked me home.

But then, chaos.

In the form of the largest freaking goose I’d ever seen in my life.

He had to be four feet of angry fancy, frilly white feathers and a giant orange beak that had a lot of opinions and incredible bite force.

A fae guest had gotten bitten on the rear end. One of the Alpha Mindset guys had been chased—in wolf form—up and down the hallway as the goose sang the station the song of his people.

He hopped up on the reception desk, tearing papers, whipping pens around, and trying to eat a muffin I’d been hoping to have as my very late dinner.