again, they sat together in the guest room—never on the bed as they had the very first night—on a short love seat that allowed them no room for anything but sitting. They exchanged equally polite conversation before and afterward before Jenner inevitably made an excuse for his continued absence. The exchange of blood had become so routine. And Bria hated it. Their first night together, Jenner had given her a glimpse of what her vampiric nature truly was. She’d become a creature of intense appetites. But since that night Jenner had proved to be no better than her uncle. Jenner didn’t treat her as his tethered mate but more like he was a steward who’d been entrusted with her safekeeping. She hadn’t given up hope that things might change between them, though. She simply needed to give them both some time. She was sure that once they got to know each other better Jenner would loosen up. Well, as loosened up as a male like Jenner could get. “What did you do last night?” Bria’s curiosity burned to know how Jenner had spent the night. It had been the first time since their tethering that she’d sensed he’d left Mikhail’s property. “Ronan has a client who’s got a stalker,” Jenner said. “I provided extra security for a charity event he attended.” “I didn’t realize you worked with Ronan.” Jenner averted his gaze. Nervous? No. Almost . . . guilty. “Yeah. He’s sort of a risk management consultant for the rich and famous.” “It sounds exciting.” Bria had always found it sad that she lived in one of the most adventurous cities in the world and had never fully explored all it had to offer. “Is it dangerous work?” Jenner flashed a feral smile. “Only for anyone who crosses Ronan.” Or Jenner, she surmised. “Does he live here with Claire and Mikhail as you do?” At first Bria had assumed that both Jenner and Ronan lived with Mikhail. But it had become apparent that Ronan had a place of his own. Did Jenner? Did he have another home somewhere, but he chose to stay here close to her instead? Bria’s stomach did a backflip at the thought. Getting information out of Jenner was like pulling teeth. His reluctance to talk about himself only caused Bria’scuriosity to eat away at her. Where did he go when he wasn’t here? Whom did he spend his time with? What was his coven before he came to serve Mikhail? “I have an apartment downtown,” Jenner remarked. He stood from the love seat and paced the confines of the room as though his proximity to Bria made him uncomfortable. “I haven’t been there in a while, though.” “Oh.” She tried not to be hurt that he’d never offered to take her to his apartment. They were tethered, true, but he’d never made any pledge to her otherwise. It wasn’t as though they were required to live together. “What did you do last night?” Jenner turned the intensity of his stare on her and Bria tried not to lose herself in it. His eyes were fathomless and soulful. Gold flecks glinted in their depths that shone even brighter when his irises gave way to silver. Like when he fed. A thrill raced through Bria’s body at the memory of his silver gaze and the way it had focused on her throat moments before he’d taken the vein at her wrist just minutes ago. “I read,” Bria said with a shrug. She regarded Jenner from the corner of her eye as she tried to gauge whether or not he picked up on the lie. “Watched TV with Claire. My life isn’t quite as exciting as yours.” Jenner’s stare burned through her. Bria didn’t know why she felt the need to hide what she’d done from him. She certainly wasn’t a prisoner in the king’s home, but she’d still snuck out without telling anyone. Last night had been a particularly adventurous treasure hunt. Not all canisters contained more than a logbook and pencil, but the geocache she’d found near a police station in the valley contained a baseball card, an old pocket watch that no longer