"Can you get us out of here, Studmuffin?" I ran toward him and scooped him up.
Even as he purred in my arms, he gave me his best professor glare and whispered, "I've only ever transported myself."
"Can you at least try? There are at least a dozen people outside trying to get in."
"And at least one of them means us harm," Cass added. "The one that smells like moldy salami and cheap whiskey."
Travis scratched the back of his neck. "That's basically half of Belle's Cove."
"I beg your pardon. I took a shower one murder ago." This morning, to be exact, but that felt like so long ago, I could use another.
"I said basically half, present company excluded." Travis smiled broadly and winked at me. "You smell like a magic summer."
Cass nodded enthusiastically. "It's true."
"Um, thanks." With my ears burning at the strange compliment, I gazed down at my familiar again. "Studmuffin, can you get us out of here? Hello, Studmuffin?"