Sterling sounded miffed as Elias burst into laughter. Brick stood.
“Where are you going?” Elias asked.
“She could be hurt. She could have slipped over going up the stairs and cracked her head and be bleeding out. What if someone got to her?”
“Without setting off the alarms?” Sterling asked.
“She said she was going up to her room to rest, man,” Elias added. “She’s probably asleep.”
“We should put cameras in her room,” he said.
Both Elias and Sterling gaped at him.
“Bit far, don’t you think?” Sterling said carefully.
“That would be a gross invasion of privacy,” Elias agreed.
“We wouldn’t watch it,” he said impatiently. “Just check up on her when she isn’t answering our texts. This house is so huge, we’re already putting them at the entrances and exits, why not in her room?”
Even he knew he sounded like a crazy person.
“Fuck, I’m going to check on her.” His glare warned them both not to say anything. Walking into the huge house, he stormed up the stairs. With each step, his worry grew. They could be sitting there eating dinner and she could be hurt.
Reaching the third floor, he was surprised to find just a small landing with one door off it.
He knocked on the door.
Nothing. Then again, it wasn’t like she could call out.
“Juliet! Juliet, if you’re in there, then please open the door.”
Nothing. Fuck.
He reached for the door knob, but it wouldn’t turn. Locked. He ground his teeth together. She couldn’t lock them out when they were trying to protect her.
“Juliet!” He thumped on the door. “Open this door. Now.”
Something slid out under the door. He blinked as his eyes took in the note.
No.
No? Seriously? That was it?
“Juliet, I’m not leaving until I have eyes on you. It’s my job. Now open the door.”
Another piece of paper slid under the door.
See previous note.
He ground his teeth together. The brat. If she were his . . . well, she wouldn’t be on the other side of a locked door. That was for damn sure.
And defying him on a matter of health and safety would end up with her over his lap.
“Juliet, I’m not asking here. You’re going to open this door and talk to me.”
Fuck.
“I meant, let me see you,” he added hastily. Good job, pointing out the fact that she couldn’t talk. He still needed to find out why she couldn’t speak.