The bathroom is steamed and quiet when Kieran finally closes the door. He’s still half-dressed, shirt unbuttoned, watching me with the same intense stare that always unsettles me.
“You’re thinking,” he says. It’s not a question.
“About everything.” I sink deeper into the bath, letting the hot water dissolve some of the tension. “About Darius. About what it means that he warned us. About whether I can trust anything a vampire says.”
Kieran strips the rest of his clothes and slides in behind me without asking. Heat radiates from him as he settles behind me, and I lean back against his chest automatically. Heat radiates from him as he settles behind me, and I lean back against his chest automatically.
“Darius tells us what benefits him,” he says against my hair. “Right now, keeping you an
