There came that self-confidence that no one would challenge his order again. No question about it. No asking her how she felt having someone invade her space.
“There’s no need for that. I can MacGyver my door back together just fine by myself and if it makes you feel better, Roman can watch over me and then be on his way once it’s done. I’ll pick up a new lock tomorrow.” If she was here.
“Or I come over and, Seraphina?” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken, only pausing when he said her name.
“Yes?” she bit out, patience in short supply all of a sudden.
“Neither he nor I will be sleeping on some couch. The only other alternative is for you to return to Haven with him.”
What the holy hell did that mean? Well, she knew what it meant, but what the holy hell? And walk back into the snake pit. No thank you. She wasn’t even sure she would be returning tomorrow. She took stock of her ripped-up apartment and felt bad for the owners when it came time for her to leave. Before that could happen, she would have to fix up the place at least a little for the next person that came after her.
“What do you care? What does it matter to you?” She raised her gaze from her torn pillows and tipped over lamps to Roman. “Either of you?” She honestly didn’t get it.
“Because you’re ours now.”
“And that has earned me a sexy bodyguard?”
“Four to be exact.”
Roman stood beside her now, wearing the biggest grin, his gun tucked away.
“I guess Roman is welcome to stay. I can’t imagine it’s more than some punk kids. But if it would help you sleep tonight then he can have at it on my rock slab of a couch.” She eyed the innards of her pillows at her feet. “I guarantee he won’t be comfortable.”
To her surprise, Sevastyan laughed. A sound that held zero humor. “There’s not much that will help me sleep. But knowing you’re safe will ease my worry. Good luck getting him to sleep anywhere but in your bed tonight. I can’t wait to hear how that goes. I’m already jealous.”
“Thank you, I guess.”
“Sweet dreams, moya kroshka.” She hung up and Roman dipped to his knee, tucked her over it, and stood.” What are you doing?” She demanded.
“Finding your bed. I don’t sleep on couches.”
Sleep was the last thing on her mind.