“No, you’re not.I’m standing in your apartment and you’re not here. Are you aware that you have no stairs?”
I lifted my head, my eyes finally opening all the way as I processed that statement.
“Yes, and what are you doing in my apartment?” I asked.
I tugged back the covers and took a look around the room. It was not mine. Not the room, or this bed, or these sheets. I should have known. My pillow was nowhere near this comfortable, and my sheets were nice, but they weren’t this kind of nice—the kind of nice indicating you had more money than you knew what to do with, so you bought Egyptian cotton sheets.
“I wanted to check on you after last night. Your roommates let me in,” Caroline said.
I blinked, not knowing how to interpret that statement.
“Now, where are you?” she asked.
I looked around at the nice room, one I knewI’d never been in before.“I’m not entirely sure.”
Except for my pants, I was still fully clothed. A fact I was grateful for.
“What can you tell me about the end of the night?” I asked.
My memory of things got kind of blurry after Hector woke up. I wasn’t entirely sure what had happened after that, or howI’d come to end up here—wherever I was.
“The bridge troll helped dispatch most of the golems and then the pack arrived to take care of the rest.” Caroline was silent a moment.“Liam and Nathan grabbed you. They didn’t stick around to answer questions. Just hopped in a black Escalade when it pulled up.”
Ah, that probably explained my location.
We weren’t in the Gargoyle, the vampire master’s mansion in downtown Columbus that acted as the hub for Liam’s enforcers and Thomas’s main advisers. It was both their home and workplace.
This had to be Liam’s house, the one he’d bought.
I swung my feet to the ground and stood with all the confidence of a hundred-year-old woman. I shivered and shook as I made my way across the room, heading for the bathroom. Why did I feel this bad? It was worse than any hangoverI’d ever experienced. Considering I shouldn’t even be able to get hangovers any more, I wasn’t happy about this.
Note to self—never drink Dahlia’s concoctions without first asking what it was in them.
“How are you so damn chipper after last night?” I asked, still groggy.
“My alcohol tolerance has always been better than yours.” Caroline’s voice was filled with a ridiculous amount of cheeriness.
This was true. Mine had always been hideously low. Two or three drinks was enough to make me feel like the world was an awful place the next day. Five or six, and it left me wishing the world would end in fiery destruction.
Being a vampire obviously hadn’t changed things any.
A thought occurred to me.“How’s Brax?”
I sensed rather than saw Caroline’s shrug.“He’ll survive, thoughI’m sureI’ll get an earful when he catches up to me again.”
That reminded me of my own troublesome male.
“Can you do me a favor and start researching the Wild Hunt for me?” I asked.
“That shouldn’t be too hard,” she said.
“Oh, and find me everything you can about golems,” I told her. I knew a little but my memory was spotty.
“On it,” she said.
“Good,I’ll check in with you later. For now,I’ve got to go.”
“Wait! What about—”
