After quickly pulling on a bra—because the guys wouldn’t let Jaroth see me without one—and some sweatpants, I hurried down the stairs and toward the living room. Through the back French door windows, I saw the guys all standing outside and glaring at my ex-boyfriend. Even Thayer had gotten out of the bath and stood in nothing but a towel in front of him.
I swallowed hard and could only imagine what Jaroth wanted to tell me.
If what the guys had said was true and I couldn’t trust Jaroth, then I needed to at least figure out why he had come here. He had to be here for a reason other than my father. But why? Why would he show up this late at night too?
Once I opened the back door, Jaroth glanced over Calder’s shoulder at me. I pushed through the guys, who would barely move an inch for me,
