A loud knocking sounded on the door, and Elias tensed under me.
“Are you guys expecting someone?” I asked.
“No.” Sinclair was already on his feet. He pulled the closet door open revealing shelves with towels and a metal safe on the top. Sinclair reached up and grabbed a gun.
“Can’t be too careful,” he said, eyeing my expression. He grabbed one of the folded robes on one of the shelves, pulled it on, and slid the gun into the oversized robe pocket. “Stay with them.” He left with a wide stride.
I yanked myself out of my stupor and rushed after him.
“Briar,” Elias hissed. I stopped at the top of the banister, gripping the wood in a white-knuckled grip as I stared down into the foyer. Elias pounded across the wood floors to my side, grabbing my waist.
Sinclair whipped the door open.
Demi stood on the step, shivering and tucking a big coat around herself.
“Nope.” Sinclair slammed the door in her face, leaving me blindsided.
The knocking continued and a muffled ‘help’ came through the barrier.
“Before you ask: no, we never brought her here, I don’t know why the fuck she’s here,” Kyan explained from my other side.
That made me feel tons better, actually.
“There’s going to be a storm . . .” I trailed off.
“She shouldn’t have followed us.” Elias shrugged, hand clasping my waist.
I felt a little bad. Just a smidgen. The wind rattled the window frame over the door, as if making a point.
I groaned, pinching the top of my nose. “Just let her in.”
Sinclair scowled at me from downstairs. “No.”
I shook my head and padded down the steps to the door and whipped it open. Ice gathered on her eyelashes, and she was bundled in a fur coat.
She tried to move past me, and I held a hand up. She flinched and stopped in place.
“How did you get here?”
“Can I answer inside?”
“No.”
She shivered. “I put a tag on their car.”
I scoffed.This crazy bitch.
“You stay until morning, and then you get the hell out, understood?”
She nodded frantically, shivering.
I moved, and she rushed inside, almost falling apart, shaking.
“Thanks,” she muttered. “I would have died in my car.”
“Good riddance,” Sinclair muttered. His hands settled on me, rubbing down my bare arms. His warmth made me realize what little I wore, and the silk tank top and matching shorts would do nothing to protect me.
I didn’t know the lay of the house other than the living room, so I slid away from Sinclair and shuffled to the space warmed by the fireplace.
