“You aren’t going anywhere,” Raiden growled softly, placing a heavy hand on my shin through the blankets to still my movement. “The Gold Room’s dampening field is sufficient for normal nights, but your signature is still highly erratic. Greyson’s quarters are the most heavily warded in the entire estate, so you stay here.”
I froze, glancing around the massive, monochromatic bedroom. “In Greyson’s bed?”
“I don’t require sleep in the same capacity humans do,” Greyson dismissed easily, walking over to his mahogany dresser to pull out a clean, folded black t-shirt, which he tossed onto the end of the bed. “And I have a study adjoining this room. You will not be disturbed.”
“Come on, brainiac,” Ace said, dragging his silver gaze away from me with a heavy sigh. He walked over to Nate, clappin
