I rolled out of bed and touched the base of the lamp on my nightstand before Broadrick started firing randomly at whoever he thought had us under siege.
"It's only the cat," I said, spying the black and white fluffy demon at the foot of the bed pouncing on a ripple in the comforter, completely unaware of the trouble he'd caused.
Broadrick trained his gun on the animal. "Don't say it like that."
"Like what?" I rubbed at my eyes.
"The cat. You said it like he belongs to us," he said, watching Spencer bounce on another ruffle and attempt to claw it to death.
"Don't shoot him." I flipped off the light, only to be horrified by a few rays of the sun peeking in through the window. "Put the gun away, Broadrick."
If I didn't get back to sleep in the next thirty seconds, I'd be up for the
