Standing vertically once more, I glared at him. “I’ll kindly ask you to give me back my notebook.”
He looked at my open hand and grinned. “Nope. You can have it once you’ve gotten yourself ready for bed.” He shut the door and left me to relieve myself—much needed—and brush my teeth.
Once I was done, I struggled out of my knight costume and climbed into bed. Quinn popped his head around the door into my room. He seemed to dance his way in, but it had to be an alcohol-induced illusion. He set down my notebook and a large bottle of water onto my side table. “You’ll be fine if I go out again?” he asked, shoving my legs over to sit on the side of the bed.
I shifted and shimmied down until my head was on the firm pillow. The room was spinning. “I’ve never been this intoxicated before.”
“Right. I’ll call her and tell her to catch a cab—”
“Don’t,” I said with a yawn. “You looked after me enough when I was really sick. This is nothing, I’ll be fine.”
It was only then I noticed he’d changed out of his costume too, except while I wore only boxer shorts, Quinn had on pants and a turquoise T-shirt. He also donned an amused expression and looked at me almost fondly. “Your phone is next to your bed,” he said, the mattress springing up as he stood. “Call if you need anything.”
“Mmm hmm.” My eyelids fluttered shut.
Quinn chuckled and turned off the light before walking out. “Sweet dreams.”
Before sleep clutched me in a suffocating hold, I mumbled, “I thought I wanted a cat. But you’re so much better.”
Chapter Eleven
Brrrriiiing.
I woke to the ear-splitting screech. I lurched toward my phone, twisting off the bed with a loudthump!
Groaning, I felt for the phone and brought it to my ear. “Liam here.” I rubbed my head and sat up, peeling off the blankets that’d twisted around me.
“Dude, it’s midday. Are you still asleep?”
A pulse throbbed in my head as I stood up. “Midday?” No, it couldn’t have been more than eight—
A glance at my alarm-clock radio confirmed Hunter’s announcement. I closed my eyes and shook my head. So much for my plan to be at the officewrapping up a first draft. Seemed like I might need one of my disgusting hangover remedies first.
Hunter cackled down the line. “Damn. Sounds like you had quite the night. So do you know the news already?”
“What news?” I flung my blankets over the bed and semi-straightened them.
“It’s all over Twitter, Facebook, and I caught the gossip on Tumblr: our vigilante made an appearance again.”
I swapped the phone to my other ear and sat at the end of my bed, running my heel down the corner leg to satisfy an itch. “He did? What happened? When? Where?”
“That’s the thing, it happened just a few blocks from the mansion. Our guy might have been there the whole night, right under our noses.”
“Who got attacked?”
“No one knows. The victim isn’t coming forward.”
“So how does everyone know about it?”
“That’s the thing.” Hunter paused and I stiffened, waiting for the response. Somehow, I was nervous for our vigilante.
“The attacker got hurt. The vigilante broke his collarbone throwing him to the ground. He had to go to hospital. Now he’s telling everyone the assault came out of the blue, that he wasn’t hurting anyone.”
“What?”
“It’s a lie, of course. But if the victim doesn’t speak up, it’s looking really bad for The Raven.”
Grabbing my notebook and pen, I asked, “Do we have any idea what time this happened?”
