"What's ROP?" I asked, staring at him blankly.

"The Room of Pleasure. The underground room," he answered, his face an unreadable mask.

"Why?" I pressed, raising an eyebrow.

The question clearly annoyed him. He closed his eyes, taking a single steadying breath before snapping them open to glare at me with icy intensity.

"Will you just do as you're told?" he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

I scoffed, glancing toward the kitchen doorway—just in time to see a brunette maid walking toward us. I looked back at Sullivan quickly. "I shouldn't be giving you a heads-up, but someone's coming," I muttered, expecting him to instantly drop into...