“Oh, hey, you’re home early,” John says, glancing back as you walk into your house. “Thought I’d have a few more hours to clean this up.”

Your couch is flipped into the kitchen. There’s a summoning circle in the middle of your living room floor. A pipe in the bathroom’s has to be busted because there’s water leaking everywhere.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” John promises quickly. Ever since you agreed to let him move into your spare bedroom, it’s been chaos.