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He leaped to his feet, all the humor dropping from his face. “He hasn’t. Don’t make accusations like that. Especially in this house.”
Well, I hadn’t meant to piss him off, but I clearly did.
“Just give Zan a break,” he murmured without turning to face me. “Don’t fight him when he comes in here.”
With that, he slipped out of the room, and I heard the lock slide into place. I sucked in a long breath before letting it out slowly. I seriously hoped we left here soon. But the panic wouldn’t dissipate. I didn’t miss the look in Amaros’s eye the other night. He didn’t want me to leave. I couldn’t imagine a worse fate than being trapped here.
A few hours later, the door opened, and I lowered the book I was reading to see Zan standing in the doorway. My heart dipped. He looked tired. Exhausted. He closed the door behind him but stayed where he was instead of coming closer to the bed.
“I don’t have a lot of time,” he said tightly. “But I have to go somewhere tonight. You’re staying in here. I need you to stay quiet. Don’t bring any attention to yourself. No vampire has the key to this room, but I still want you to be careful.”
I swallowed all my questions and answered, “Okay.”
He frowned, studying my face. “Okay? That’s it?”
“Yes.”
“Which one talked to you? Viggo or Pax?”
“What?”
“Kali.” He chuckled lightly, the stress leaving his face for a moment. “I know you. And you’ve never taken one of my orders without some kind of fight.”
I rolled my eyes. “Viggo stopped in earlier.”
“What did he say?”
“To be nice to his little brother and not to argue,” I answered, sarcasm thick in my voice.
“And you listened?”
“Seeing as I’m stuck in this room, I really don’t think it would make a difference.”
He stared at me for a few moments before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the stake I’d left in the rotunda the other night. He moved to the left and set it on the dresser.
“If someone other than me or my brothers comes in here, kill them. Every vampire in this house has orders to leave you alone. If that door opens, stake them in the heart before they have a chance to get close to you.”
“Does that include your father?”
His eyes flashed dangerously. “You won’t see him tonight.”
“When will you be back?”
“Before sunrise.”
“Where are you going?”
He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.”
“It matters.”
“I’m not telling you.”
I scowled. “Then just go. I’ll be sitting here like I have the last two days.”
He crossed the room until he was standing next to the bed before leaning down and grasping my chin.
“After tonight, things will get better,” he said softly.
