“Travis!”
Travis couldn’t help laughing at Niko’s reaction. That was always priceless, even if the cost was Niko glaring at him and baring his tiny fangs in a hiss.
“Oh, come on!” Travis chuckled. “That was funny.”
“Sure,” Niko grumbled. Slipped off of the table with the bag of biscuits still clutched in his hands. “Hilarious. You’re a regular comedian.”
Before he could get away—trying to sneak the biscuits away from the table kept him from phasing back to his cat form and escaping quickly—Travis wrapped an arm around Niko’s waist to keep him there.
“Hey, hey!” He pulled Niko to his chest. “You know the rules.” Travis snatched the bag out of Niko’s hands. “No food away from the table.”
“No!” Niko whined the second his snack was taken from him and, with them gone, he suddenly became v
