Mathena merely switched on the light when Xeon slid past her, his brows lifting as he prowled toward the round mattress covered in delicate satin that was reflected in the mirrors above it.
It was like one large bachelor cushion cliché.
Her cheeks simmered with an outrageous heat. "I can’t imagine why Trevor would need guest rooms. Who the hell would want to visit?"
Xeon tugged open a drawer of the painted-dark nightstand. "Unlike you, little witch, most women find Trevor inexplicably charming. Even among werewolves, his status is that of a…"
"Hellhound?"
"Not the name I was looking for, but it’ll do." Xeon grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the drawer and hung them from his finger. "Well, look at this beautiful thing."
"Jesus, what the hell was he thinking?" She grimaced as he surveye
