I was bored, and everything inside me screamed for sleep. I didn't know how long I'd been sitting on that sofa. Two hours? Maybe more? It must have been the middle of the night by now, but vampires didn't seem to need normal sleep—or at least much less than I did.

When I came out of the hallway earlier in my new clothes, all eyes were on me. The men were looking at me, their gazes far too intense, far too greedy. I immediately wondered if the wet pants might not have been a better choice. But then Eryon made that deep, threatening sound—a mixture of a growl and a...