Upstairs, another scream, and a startled shout of pain from a different, masculine voice. Adonis shuddered, and may have glanced longingly at the front door.
“We look after each other,” he murmured, not for my apparent benefit. “No one’s looked after me in a long time. And I’m going to take care of her, whatever the consequences.” Without looking at me, he turned and headed up the stairs, back to Audrey.
Westley passed him coming down the stairs, and glanced uneasily at his retreating back. “Are they giving you trouble down here, Naomi?”
“What did he mean? About taking care of Audrey, whatever the consequences?”
Westley stepped past me to pull some medical tape out of a drawer. Dark blood was seeping through a handkerchief wound around his hand. “Adonis might be better served to make a
