Or maybe I should say, who the reason is."
" CadoganHouse is the reason. I'm here because I'm working. I can't explain why, but suffice it to say that if you knew, you'd be sufficiently concerned and more supportive than you're being now."
"Right, Merit. You blow me off, avoid me, and then turn it around, blame me for being suspicious, for wanting some answers. You haven't returned my phone calls and yet" - he crossed his hands behind his head - "you're the victim here. You should take Mallory's place at McGettrick, great as that spin is." He nodded his head, then looked down at me. "Yeah, I think that would really work out well for you."
"I'm sorry I didn't call you. Things have been a little crazy."
"Oh, have they?" He released his hands, walked toward me. He reached out a finger and traced his fingertip across the top edge of my bodice. "I notice you aren't wearing your sword, Sentinel." His voice was soft. Lush.
I wasn't buying it. "I'm armed, Morgan."
" Mmm-hmm." He lifted his eyes from my chest and met my gaze. I could see the hurt in his face, but that hurt was tempered by anger. Predatory anger. I'd seen him in the same mode before, when he'd challenged Ethan at Cadogan House, wrongly believing that Ethan had threatened Celina. That Ethan had made a move after his own Master.
Apparently this was a theme for Morgan - the anger of a man who believed another vamp was sniffing around his girl.
"If you have something to say," I told him, "maybe you should just put it out there."
He stared at me for a long, long time, neither of us moving, but when he spoke, the words were softer, sadder, than I'd expected. "Are you fucking him?"
A kiss in Mallory's hallway or not, we were hardly dating, Morgan and me. He had no right to this kind of jealousy, and certainly no basis for it. I was just about reaching the limit of my tolerance for ignorant men today. My anger rose, peppering my arms with goose bumps. I let it flow around me, working to keep the emotions off my face, the silver out of my eyes, the vampire asleep.
"You," I began, my voice low and on the edge of fury, "are being incredibly presumptuous. Ethan and I are not together, and you and I don't exactly have a commitment. You have no right to accuse me of being unfaithful, much less any basis."
"Ah," he said. "I see." He looked down at me, his expression flat. "So you two aren't together. Is that why you danced with him?"
I could have confessed that it was part of a plan to build relationships, to build connections. That it had been intended to get close to a reporter who had the power to make things very, very difficult for vampires, however unlikely that story seemed now.
But Morgan had a point. I'd had a choice. I could have walked away.
I could have set boundaries with Ethan, could have reminded him that we were at the party for information, not entertainment. I could have reminded him that I'd given up time with friends to do my job, and asked for a pass on the dance.
I hadn't done any of those things.
Maybe because he was my Master. Because I was duty-bound to accept his orders.
Or maybe because in some secret way, I wanted to say yes, as much as I'd wanted to tell him no, in spite of the discomfort that I felt around him. Despite the fact that he didn't trust me as much as I deserved.
But how could I admit that to Morgan, who'd gate-crashed my parents' party in order to catch me in the act of infidelity?
I couldn't, either to me or to him.
So I did the only other thing I could think of.
I took my exit.
"I don't need this," I told Morgan, sweeping up my skirt. I turned on my heel and headed for the door.
"Great," he called after me. "Walk away. That's mature, Merit. I appreciate that."
"I'm sure you can find your way out."
"Yeah, sorry to have interrupted your party. You and your boss have a great evening, Sentinel."
He spit it out like a curse. Maybe it was, but what right did he have to criticize? Ethan was my obligation. My duty. My burden. My Liege.
I knew it was immature. I knew it was childish and wrong, but I was pissed, and I couldn't help myself. I knew it was