“You’re lying,” she accused and grabbed his arm to stop him.
He shook her off like a pesky fly and kept walking. “You ask too many questions.”
“You will tell me what you know, or you will regret it,” she threatened.
He laughed a little too hard, and she flipped off his back. He spun around and grabbed her hand. She stared at his hand holding hers, and when he tried to pull back, she stopped him. “We’ve done this before.”
He ignored her. “Your threats do not scare me. What will you do to me? String me up from one of your hooks?”
“I won’t kill you,” she shot back. “But I will make you wish you were dead. Do you know what glitter is?” She gave him a saccharine smile. “Or what happens when it gets on your clothes or in your pretty hair?”
He grabbed eggs from the refrigerator and set them on the counter before grabbing a glass. “You are a child.”
She watched him crack the eggs, drop them into the glass, and gulp them down in one drink. It was impossible to hide her disgust.
It surprised her that egg yolks were yellow. She never thought to ask what color they were when she had grey-scale sight.
“You were not this immature in Vincula,” he remarked. “Is this how you act here?”
She tried a different approach. “Please, Sam. Caius mentioned it last night, and I need to know what he meant.”
Sam’s eyes flared, and she narrowed hers. Judging by theAngel’sface, Caius told her the truth. “I know he’s the Umbra King,” she added. “And I know we were together and that a woman named Nina tried to have me killed.”
Sam said something under his breath, shaking his head.
“I dream of him,” Rory continued. “And the look on your face confirms it’s true.” She swallowed hard. “My mind is remembering and showing me through my dreams, isn’t it?”
His eyes flicked to hers. “I cannot tell you what transpired in Vincula. It goes against the rules of theSeraphim.”
“Who was Nina?” she tried again. His face remained stoic, giving away nothing.Dammit.
“Do not ask me questions.” Sam rinsed his glass, placed it in the washer, and left the room, leaving her to stew.
It was evident he wouldn’t budge, and staying in the dark wasn’t an option. Rory made her way to the living room, eager to leave the house, but as Sam pointed out, it was too early for anything to be open. She didn’t know where she’d go, anyway.
When she fell onto the comfortable couch, her mind wandered to last night.
Caius told her to wear a dress tonight. It felt silly, but she would do it. She needed to go shopping for the sexiest dress she could find. Her eyes closed at the memory of his lips on hers. It should have bothered her how easily she believed he didn’t kill Cora, but something inside her trusted him.
A devious smile spread across her face as she sought Sam out, delighted to tell him they were going shopping. He would hate it.
Her smile fell when he held out a book. “You left this in the car.”
The leather cover was smooth against her fingers when she took it from his outstretched hand. “Thank you.” She’d been too distracted by the events at their game. Another thought occurred toher. “Why did I have this in the car the night I returned from Vincula if I never took it with me?”
Sam’s stoic expression never changed. “I do not know.”
Did she take it to Vincula, and if so, how? Dume arrested her at the bar, and she only had her small purse. “Are inmates allowed to bring things back?”
“No.” He offered no explanation, and she was tempted to throw the book at him, but instead she ran upstairs to her room and tossed it on her bed.
When she returned, Sam wasn’t in the living room, and she yelled, “I need to go shopping today!”
He stalked into the room with a disgruntled look, and she pressed her lips together. “I need a new dress.”
“We will leave at a reasonable hour,” he grunted and looked pointedly at the window. “The stores are not yet open.”
She nodded and headed toward the kitchen. “I know. Do you want breakfast?”
