Phoebe opened the door behind her while Shanus excused himself and left them to explore their new home.
Cassandra stepped into an extremely nice living room. Probably four to five hundred square feet, it had everything a regular human home might have. A stuffed sofa and love seat, entertainment center complete with television, stereo, and DVD player.
"Does that stuff work?" Chris asked as he walked over to examine it.
"Yes," Phoebe said. "We have relays and uplinks that can bring the human world down to us."
Kat opened the doors to the bedrooms and bathroom that were off the main living area. "Where's the kitchen?"
"We don't have kitchens," Phoebe explained. "But the councilors are working on getting a microwave and refrigerator brought in for you. Along with groceries. There should be something here very soon for all of you to eat."
Phoebe showed them a small dark green box on an end table. "If you need anything, the intercom is here. Just press the button and one of the operators will help you. If you want to buzz me, just tell them you want Urian's wife and they'll know which Phoebe to put you through to."
A knock sounded on the door.
Phoebe went to open it while Cassandra stood back with Kat and Chris. "What do you guys think?"
"It seems okay," Chris said. "I'm not picking up any evil vibes, what about you two?"
Kat shrugged. "I agree with Chris. But there's still a part of me that doesn't trust them. No offense, Cass, but Apollites aren't known for being honest."
"Tell me about it."
"Cassandra?"
She turned to see a woman her age with Phoebe. The woman's blond hair was arranged in a bun and she wore a light pastel sweater with a pair of jeans.
"I'm Dr. Lakis," she said, extending her hand to Cassandra. "If you don't mind, I would like to examine you and see how the baby is doing."
Wulf sat in the cell wondering how the hell he had gotten himself into this. They could be killing Cassandra for all he knew and he had docilely allowed them to take him.
"I should have fought."
Cursing, he paced the small cell where they had incarcerated him. It was dim and dank, with only a bed and toilet inside. He'd never been inside a human jail, but from what he'd seen in movies and on TV, the Apollites had modeled this one after them.
He heard footsteps outside.
"I'm here for the Dark-Hunter."
"We were told he's to stay."
"The heiress wants him and she won't remain under our protection unless we release him."
Wulf smiled at those precious words. Leave it to Cassandra. Then again, she was extremely stubborn when it came to getting her way.
It was one of the things he loved most about her.
Wulf's heart stopped as that thought went through him. There were a lot of things about her that he liked.
Things he was going to miss...
"Are you mad?" the guard outside continued to argue. "He'll kill all of us."
"He's not allowed to kill Apollites, you know that. No Dark-Hunter can kill us until we go Daimon."
"Are you willing to bet your life on that?"
"No," Wulf said loudly so that they could hear him outside. "He's willing to bet yours on it. Now let me out of here so that I can make sure Cassandra hasn't been hurt."