Chapter 8

“I’ll eat them at my leisure, thank you.”

Taking a big gulp of the milk, and getting a milk mustache as a result, Niko gave him a big, toothy grin. Travis snickered and went over to him, wiping the milk away with his thumbs.

“Can I kiss you now, kitten?”

The bell outside rang before Niko could answer. He smirked. Travis sighed. Again, apparently.

“I guess not,” Niko said, phasing back to a cat and practically skipping away, the little tease.

“Mr. Grayweaver?” Whoever was at the door knocked now. “Are you home?”

“Yeah.” Too many emotions gathered in Travis’s throat. He needed to clear it. “I’m coming,” he said, and went to open the door.2