discussion,â Vincent said.
Rowan nodded. âWeâll sit with you.â
That, I hoped, would be the beginning of something new.
***
The guesthouse smelled gloriously like pasta, tomatoes, rich garlic, and spicy meat.
Damien, thank God, had been busy.
Heâd already piled food on the dining room tableâbowls of pasta and sauce, freshly grated Parmesan, steaming meatballs, and crusty bread for dipping.
I stared at the table and sighed with sensual approval.
âYouâd better propose to her quickly, Sullivan,â Gabriel warned, taking a seat at the table. âBefore she proposes to Damien or the food.â
Ethan made a sardonic sound, pulled out a chair for me. I sat down and began to stuff my face.
I didnât stop until Iâd had thirds, until Iâd eaten enough to pooch out my stomach like Iâd swallowed a volleyball. A delicious volleyball.
Thatâs when all the blood rushed to my stomach and my eyes began to close.
Gabriel pressed a napkin to his mouth, then tossed it onto the table. âYouâd better get to bed before you fall into your food, Kitten. Weâll keep watch today.â
âYouâre sure?â Ethan asked.
He nodded. âYouâve done your part to help us. Least we can do is return the favor. Weâll head out at dusk when youâre awake. I presume youâre going back tomorrow?â
Ethan nodded. âThe jet will be waiting at dusk.â
âPerfect timing,â Gabriel said.
âDo you ever sleep?â I groggily wondered. Most supernaturals didnât have vampiresâ sensitivity to the sun but slept during the day, anyway. Iâd assumed they wanted to be awake for the actionâor the havoc.
âNot as much as you do,â Gabriel said, grinning. âWe prefer cat naps.â
I smiled back, covered a yawn with the back of my hand. âOf course you do.â
âGet to bed.â
I didnât argue with him. While Ethan cleaned up, I hit the bed in my clothes and was out before he returned.
6
I woke with a start, my body jolting upright. I blinked, oriented myself, realized I was very naked.
My clothes hung neatly on a bedside chair. Ethan must have taken them off before the sun rose.
The room was dark, shutters still over the windows, the sunâs journey though the sky not yet complete. Ethan slept soundly beside me, and the rest of the guesthouse was utterly silent, utterly still.
I rarely stirred before Ethan, and it was odd to experience twilightâs quiet while he slept soundly. The question wasâwhy? I threw back the covers, scrubbed hands over my face, tried to remember the dream Iâd been having or the noise that had stirred me.
I rose, walked into the bathroom, splashed freezing water on my face until my brain began to function, then walked back into the bedroom, looked around. My gaze kept shifting back to the Barrymore landscape, to the representation of the valley on canvas.
And then I thought of Christopheâs journal entry:
Fiona is painting. She isnât very good yet, but she is trying very diligently.
My heart began to pound. âCould it be that simple?â I asked, eyes widening.
âSentinel?â
Ethanâs voice was groggy. When I looked back, he sat up, fingers combing through his hair, sheet pooled at his abdomen. âWhatâs wrong?â
I looked back at the painting. âI think I know what happened to Fiona McKenzie.â
***
We asked the pilot to hold the jet and gathered together on a rugged hill at the head of the valley, the same hill weâd emerged onto the night before. Tom, Rowan, and a few of his trusted shifters. Vincent and Nessa. Me and Ethan.
âWell, Merit,â Tom said. âThis is your party. Go right ahead.â
I nodded, glanced at Vincent. âYou said some of Fionaâs possessions were missing, so they believed she was dead. What was missing?â
Vincent frowned. âI
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