‘Does she give blood too?’
‘You need to sleep,’ Jules says seriously.
Lachlan ignores him.‘Something isn’t right.’
‘No shit, Bodyguard,’ Jules snorts.‘Where’ve you been?’
‘I mean it.This place is wrong.It’s allwrongsomehow.’Lachlan swallows.‘If they wanted a party, why not have a big one in the ballroom of the Estate?’
‘I’ve never been to a twenty-first before, but Ariadne said it’s always tradition to come here.’
‘Why?’
‘What makes anything a tradition?’Jules climbs into his lap.‘You really need to sleep.You seem a little manic.’
‘I’m justifiably worried.’
‘About what?’
‘Too many things to even list.’
‘You can list them to me if it helps.’
‘It won’t.’Lachlan sighs, tries to make his bones unlock.‘This place feels…’
‘What?’
Evil.
‘I need to make the rounds.’
‘You’re not gonna stay?’
‘I can’t stay.’
‘No one cares if you sleep in here.’
‘Your father will definitely care.He wants you and Savannah posed together in every photograph.’
‘Good thing no one’s taking pictures in the bedroom.’
Lachlan strokes his hair back, kissing him just once.‘Get some sleep.’
Jules seems to recognise a lost cause when he sees one.‘Fine.’
‘Don’t be mad.’
‘I’m not.’
‘I can tell when you’re mad.’
‘Just…’
‘What?’
‘If you don’t want me anymore—’
Lachlan groans.‘Comeon.’
