Jeanne froze. Her eyes glittered, her lips went tight and her fists clenched at her sides. “What do you mean, what he did to Jamie?”

For the first time since he was a little boy, Jeff was afraid of his mother.

“Fen, come in. I’d like you to meet Detective Antonia Mancinelli and the building manager, Joe Stearman. Toni, Joe, this is my—” Logan eyed Skye, standing quietly next to Fen, and smoothly uttered the lie “—cousin, Fenris Saeter.”

Fen smiled at Antonia, who paled at the sight of him. “Hello, Detective.

Stearman.”

Stearman nodded his greeting, his expression one of unholy glee. “You need to vacate the premises immediately.”

Logan crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t think so.”

“You’re the only one who could have caused this kind of grief. I know your type. You’re a troublemaker to the core.”

Toni rolled her eyes. “And I told you that you don’t have the authority to evict him. He’s not a tenant, he’s a homeowner.” She turned to Logan. “Sorry about this. I’m not even sure why he brought me here instead of over to the problem condo.”

“Because his cousin is the one who’s now living in the stolen condo.”

Stearman crossed his arms over his chest, but thanks to a paunch it wasn’t nearly as impressive as when Logan did it. “He had to be the one who messed with the paperwork.”

“Um, excuse me.” Skye stepped into the room, her eyes going wide as Logan’s wards flared around her body. “Whoa.”

Logan was staring at her in shock. “Do I know you?”

Skye blinked. “Um. The condo you all are mentioning? It’s mine.”

Toni turned to her. “Can you explain to me the nature of your complaint?”

Kir hooked his arm around Logan’s neck. “I thought Toni was homicide.” He whispered in Logan’s ear low enough that only Fenris could hear it.

Logan shrugged, but his dark gaze were glued to Skye.

“I was away on vacation. When I got back, my key didn’t fit the lock.”

“How the fuck did she even get on the floor?” Clouds raced across Kir’s eyes as he watched the group by his front door. His fingers danced across the pendant he wore.

Fenris’s eyes went wide. Was that Gungnir? If it was, and if Kir believed Logan was threatened, this would get ugly fast.

“So I went to complain and found out that everyone believed my condo was actually a different number than it really is.” Skye’s cheeks flushed. “They all thought I was crazy, and sure enough my key fit in a different lock two floors up.

All my belongings had been moved.”

Toni was looking at her like she was crazy. “I’m sorry, but if everyone remembers you having a different condo, your key fits that condo, your belongings are in that condo…how is that not your condo?”

She gestured toward the front door. “I can prove it.”

“How?”

“The front door of my condo has my name in blue marker on the jamb. I signed it because it was my first home, and even if I moved out I wanted to be remembered.”

Logan looked like he’d been punched. That couldn’t be a good sign. But then he waved his fingers and Fen knew he’d fixed the problem.

Skye winced and shook her head. “Did you hear that?”

Kir choked. Logan didn’t. He was still watching Skye like a hawk.

Kir was now looking at Skye with something akin to horror. “Um. Yes. A ringing sound?” He grinned sickly when Skye nodded. “Phone. Logan just went to answer it.”

Logan pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and pretended to talk to someone.

The detective was watching the way Logan and Kir reacted, and she looked less than amused. “How do you explain the key working in the door of your allegedly new condo?”

Skye shrugged. “Magic?”

Logan turned and stalked to the window, but not before Fen got a look at his face.

For some reason his father was terrified.

“Look. Logan and I have nothing to say to Mr. Stearman. He’s harassed us from day one. As for you, Ms.…?” Kir gave the woman his most charming smile, and Fen saw it work its magic. Skye relaxed under the warm heat of Kir’s friendly gaze.

“Skylar Kincade. You can call me Skye.”

Kir’s smile turned to a grin. “Skye. I’m not sure what to tell you. When Fen and Jeff moved in, the condo was empty.”

The building manager frowned at the detective. “I believe Ms. Kincade.”

The detective shrugged. “I can look into this, Ms. Kincade, but if all of your bank paperwork shows you own the condo two floors up there’s nothing I can do about it, signed door jamb or not. All the evidence points to you owning a nicer place than Mr. Saeter and Mr. Grimm anyway, so I’m not sure what all the fuss is about.”

Logan nodded minutely, letting Fen and Kir know that paperwork had long since been changed along with the rest. His father hadn’t been this thorough in his youth, but loving and protecting Kir had taught the man caution. The simple bit of mischief, changing paperwork to match reality, was child’s play to Loki.

“But—”

“C’mon, Stearman. Let’s leave these nice people to their lives. There’s nothing to see here.” She grabbed hold of the office manager’s arm. “Have a nice day.”

She shoved him out the front door and shut it behind him. She then wiped her hand on her jeans. “Why do I feel greasy?”

Kir chuckled. “He has that effect on a lot of people.”

She turned and glared at Kir. “I know you’re up to something. And don’t even try that innocent act. It doesn’t work on me.” She then pointed at Logan.

“What did you do?”

“Uh, excuse me? Detective?” Skye tapped her on the shoulder. “Are you saying you believe me?”

Toni sighed. “I’m not sure, but Logan and Kir are up to something. I’m just trying to figure out what.”

“So you do believe me.”

“Where these two are concerned, I believe anything.”

Fen shook his head and made his way to the kitchen. Logan wouldn’t mind if Fen… What had Jeff called it? Oh yes. Raided his fridge. Fen was starving, and the rare roast beef in the odd, crinkly wrapping was calling his name.

Fen took a bite and nearly moaned out loud. The flavor was incredible despite being cold. But even the meat couldn’t quite rid Fen of his real hunger.

When was Jeff going to come home? Fen was bored without his mate nearby.

He still had some making up to do, and he really wanted to get to it. He had just the thing in mind for penance too. The thought of spreading Jeff out on their bed and licking every inch of his skin ought to do the trick.

“I’m going to kick your father’s ass when he gets home.” Jeanne was pale, but at least she’d stopped shaking. “He’s lied to me for years.”

“He had reason.” Jeff held his mother’s hand, the original reason for his visit long since forgotten. “How do you tell the woman you love that you’re really the God of Thunder?”

Jeanne hmph’d. “I’ve lived with him for almost thirty years. Trust me, every time he hits the bathroom with a magazine in his hand I’m reminded how much thunder he’s capable of.” She shook her head. “Have I been drugged?”

Jeff studied his mother. Her eyes were clear, her responses natural. “No. I don’t think so. But it’s possible that you were while Grimm was in charge.”

She grimaced. “Did he know he was doing it to me, or do you think Grimm made it seem reasonable?”

“I don’t know.” Jeff squeezed her hand. “I know Jamie and I were under the influence and we never knew, not until Travis, Kir and Logan told us what was going on. Even Morgan and Magnus were under it. None of us were safe.”

“It’s all Grimm’s fault, Mom.” Jamie was pacing, unable to sit still with their mother so upset. “Blame him.”

“Your sister blames your father.”

“Dad beat on Logan. She’ll get over it. Eventually.” Jeff ran his fingers through his hair and decided to get the last little bit out in one big rush of words.

“By the way, Logan’s son is living with me and I think he wants me because he keeps calling me his mate and his name is Fenris and oh God, what am I gonna do?”