ROOSEVELT’S POV

"I didn't sleep at all," Zyran whispered.

I turned over in the bed, the sun was just beginning to rise. Zyran lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, his jaw was tight.

"You held me all night," I said softly, resting my hand on his chest.

"Because the devil is sleeping in our basement," Zyran growled and turned his head to look at me, his dark eyes showed worry. "I hate this, Roosevelt, I hate knowing she is under the same roof as you and Lorna."

"She is locked downstairs, Zyran," I reminded him gently. "She is terrified and not a threat right now."

"A snake is...