"You were calling my queen ... what?" I asked.
This time Gabriel wasn't so fast to answer.
"I was just saying that she isn't just anyone," he said, trying to smooth it over, but I told him quite clearly with my eyes that he shouldn't go so far again.
"So ... who?"
"I think we just had a volunteer," I said.
Gabriel looked confused at me for a second before glancing at Ace, and then back at me when he realized what I was saying.
"Really?!" he asked.
I smiled at him and nodded.
"Well, I guess it is just you and me tonight, little queen," he said and then leaned an arm on the armrest, getting closer to Lara, than I liked. "What do you want to do to pass the time?"
"Not anything you have in mind," I growled at him.
He chuckled and leaned away. Lara turned to me though, instead of him.
"I don't need a babysitter," she told me.
"Not a babysitter. More like a jailor."
"I'm in a prison now?" she asked.
"Well, isn't that how you are looking at it?"
She narrowed her eyes but didn't admit to anything.
"It is also protection," I told her.
"From what?"
From everything, I wanted to say. My life had always been in danger. Every hybrid had always been. We were powerful and not many people had liked the power we had held. We had ruled everyone, but now so few of us were left, and we didn't hold the same power.
"Don't fight me on this," I told her.
"Why not?"
I sighed.
"I know what is best, and you need someone to watch over you."
"I'm a half-blood. I know how to keep my head down," she said.
"We are not in England right now," I said. "And I don't want you to run again and end up in trouble, that I will have to come and save you from."
She looked at me annoyed, but I knew that was exactly what was going to happen.
"I can look out for myself," she said.
"Didn't say you could, but I don't trust you won't get yourself into trouble, or do you promise to stay here all the time while I am gone?"
She hesitated for a second and then she lied her ass off:
"Yes."