“He’s invisible.” I put on my best what the fuck look. “Um. No. I think I’d know if I couldn’t see my own familiar.” “But he’s—” I scoop Nick into my arms and hold him up for Elethior. “Wait, wait—are you telling me you can’t see this full-grown American red fox? Elethior. I’m not sure I can, in good conscience, work with a lab partner who’s such a moron.” I’m grinning when he looks at me. “He’s invisible,” he says, this time flat and declarative. I set Nick down. “Mad observation skills you have.” “Go fuck yourself, Walsh.” “I will, and I’ll think of you while I do it.”
