Chapter Twenty Eight

He couldn’t help smiling at her understatement. “No.”

She tucked herself under his arm. “Come on, you’re swaying. Let’s get you to bed before you fall down.”

He didn’t mind her help at all. She could even have called him Toby, and he wouldn’t have objected, as long as her side brushed his. She helped him out of his clothes he hadn’t put his suit jacket back on, so it wasn’t too painful. While he got in bed, she pulled down the blinds, shutting out the light.

When she started to pull the covers up, he caught her hand.

“Stay with me?” he asked. He was too tired for talk, but he didn’t want her alone with whatever his father had noticed was bothering her, either. She froze, and thebscent of her sudden terror tested the control he’d found since his brother had rid him of the last of the silver. There was nothing for him to kill except ghosts, so he

controlled the surge of protective rage and waited to see what she would do. Hencould have released her hand, and he was ready to do so but on