“We’re having girl time.”
“Not the girl time I prefer to imagine, but so be it.”
“Perv,” Mallory said with a grin, rolling off the bed and trundling toward the door. “I’m going to roll myself downstairs.”
“Take care,” Ethan said. “And thank you for the ward.”
She burped indelicately.
“And that’s our powerful sorceress,” Ethan said, locking the door behind her.
“That is,” I agreed, and stuffed wrappers into the Mallocake box, then slid off the bed to throw it away and shake any remaining crumbs out of the duvet. “What’s new in Cadogan House?”
“We’re trying to assure Diane Kowalcyzk that vampires don’t intend to destroy Chicago. Oh, and a ghost from my past is on the loose, and we’ve moved a few dozen vampires into temporary housing. But, as you might say, no bigs.”
I readjusted the blankets again. “I’m not sure I’ve ever said that.”
“I’m sure you have.”
I glanced up at him. “I have nearly a Ph.D. in literature.”
“And you just ate what I’m guessing is a significant number of processed snack cakes. Having a degree doesn’t guarantee good choices. But you can probably analyze Chaucer like a champ.”
“Damn straight. How were the supplicants?”
“Remarkably straightforward,” he said, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the back of the desk chair we’d resituated at the desk. “How is Mallory?”
“Good. I’m not sold on this elopement situation, but she seems to have accepted it, so I’m not sure there’s anything for me to do.”
He nodded, hands on his hips. “She’s an adult, as is he.”
“I know. But it’s marriage, and I’d like him to pull that stick out of his ass. Maybe you could talk to him.”
“No.”
“Ethan—”
“No,” he said again, this time more firmly, and walked into the closet. “His relationship is between him and Mallory,” he called out. “Let her vent, if that’s your friendship. But they have to make those decisions for themselves.”
“Stubborn ass,” I murmured.
He emerged in emerald green silk pajama bottoms and an arched eyebrow. “I heard that. And I suspect Catcher’s the stubborn ass here, not me.”
I couldn’t argue with that. “Is Morgan here?”
“He’s coming tomorrow night. Wanted to stay at the House tonight, make sure the remaining vampires at Navarre were safe. Grey’s already got guards on the House, and we’ve contracted for a few humans as well. That should keep the Circle at bay during the day, at least.”
“What about the Investiture?”
“We’ve discussed it, but only generally. Scott’s and Morgan’s minds are on something else.”
I nodded, but Ethan’s furrowed brow didn’t relax.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he said. “Everything. I worry for you.”
I pointed to my trusty bracelet. “I’m covered.”