OLIVER GLANCED between them all, clutching Shadow's carrier like a shield.
"Do I… get to leave the den?"
"That depends," Grayson said. "You expect me to just let you walk away with a familiar who now knows the layout of my estate, the strength of my wards, and potentially sensitive information about my household?"
Oliver paled slightly. "When you put it like that, it sounds like a security risk."
"It is a security risk," Grayson agreed.
"I barely know how to pick incense," Oliver protested. "But if it keeps me from being hexed, I'll share my grandmother's old notes. She did warn me about things brewing between the supernatural factions."
That drew silence.
Lucien's smile sharpened, almost imperceptibly. "Well. Looks like the cat really did drag in something useful."
All eyes turned to him.
