I tightened the drawstring on my grey sweatpants. “Be nice to him. We’ve had a long night, and—”
“I got it.” Switch unexpectedly wrapped his arms around me. “I’m glad you’re okay. I worry about you sometimes.”
Tired, I leaned into him and accepted the hug. It felt nice to have a friend who cared about me.
“Christian’s going to a sex club,” he whispered in my ear.
Taken aback, I let go and gave him a quizzical stare. “What?”
“He also goes somewhere else, but I don’t know where,” Switch added, his voice barely above a whisper.
Knowing Christian was upstairs, I did the same. “Are you following him?”
“You can’t follow a Vampire. I was in the city one night and spotted him. Decided to see where he was going.”
I let those facts resonate for a minute. “Was it the White Owl?”
His heavy brows furrowed. “How did you know?”
“It’s not what you think. Stop following him. I mean it.”
I ventured upstairs, leaving Switch behind. He was probably anticipating a big fight, but I knew exactly what this was about.
Following the sound of wood scraping against a wall, I headed down a dark hallway and stopped by a door. “Christian, I need to ask you something.”
Holding a large bed frame over his head, he gave me an exasperated look. “Can it wait? I’m a wee bit occupied.”
I folded my arms.
“For feck’s sake.” He set the bed down and glided to the door. “I don’t care for that look you’re giving me.”
“You mind telling me why you’re hanging around the White Owl? I closed that case, remember?”
“How—” He slanted his eyes to the side, probably trying to recall where he’d made a mistake.
“It doesn’t matter how I found out. Honesty, remember?”
“Someone spiked your drink that night, and I’ll not forgive a deliberate act that put your safety in danger.”
I leaned against the doorjamb. “So why aren’t you trying to find out who buried me? Isn’t that more important than someone who slipped Sensor magic into my bottle when I wasn’t looking?”
He reached up and gripped the doorframe. “One thing at a time.”
“And what did you plan on doing once you found this person?”
“Having a wee bit of fun. Is that a crime?”
I hooked my fingers in his pants and gave them a tug. “I know your version of romance is a head on a platter, but let it go. If you want to find someone, find the person who buried me. Do I have your word you’ll drop it?”
“You can have much more than that if you keep tugging on me.”
I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a chaste kiss. “I’ll hold you to it.”
“I wouldn’t expect otherwise.”
“Switch is on his way up to help.”
Christian snorted. “And what does the Shifter think he can help with that I haven’t got under control?”
