crescent moon were spectacular. She cast her eyes back at Griffin. “No. I’m glad he found a good family.”
Griffin sat back in his chair and studied the view out the window. “Have you found your room yet?”
“Of course.” Lena lied, standing up and starting toward the door; it was a little intimidating to be on Griffin’s turf. It gave him a psychological advantage that she didn’t want him to have.
Griffin got up and started walking behind her. “I’ll show you where it is.”
Lena turned around when she got to the door. Griffin was smirking; she hadn’t seen him do that in a while. “Good trip?”
“Yeah. It was good…until the end.”
“I bet. You make any new…friends…in jail?” She jabbed.
Griffin put his hand on the door, stopping Lena from opening it. “It seems you made some while I was gone.”
Lena’s eyebrows raised. “Those are old friends.”
“More than friends, if you ask me.”
“No one asked you.” Lena crossed her arms and raised her chin a little. Griffin’s expression soured slightly. “You’re wrong. And you didn’t have to go all spastic last night, because I had it under control.”
“Rollin is trouble. I’ve already spoken to some of the other families about him. And you didn’t have it under control; he was the one who caused all the trouble after my father died. He’s the reason we had to disband the whole household.”
Lena stared at him for a moment. There wasn’t any hint of a lie in his eyes—he had known Rollin far before that night in the kitchen. Lena hated to acknowledge the fact that he might know more about it than she did; she still didn’t agree with what he had done, especially given the fact that Lena felt Rollin had made several valid points. She had found herself unable to stop thinking about how passionate he had been.
“Devin is just a friend. That’s all.” She shook her head.
Griffin tilted his head slightly. His expression was still very serious. “That’s not what he thinks.”
“Oh…whatever. Sure, Griffin.”
Griffin opened the door and gestured her out into the hall. He walked her down a hallway to the left, made a sharp turn, and Lena found herself at a dead end. Griffin opened a door to what was little more than a large closet, but there was a bed.
“It’s not much. I think Master Daray used to keep his personal attendant in here, but it should do, since you’re obsessed with helping the less worthy. It goes without saying that you’re not sleeping here until tomorrow night, after you’ve run the idea by Howard, I take it?”
Lena nodded. “That would be correct. Thanks, Griffin.”
“You’re welcome. I’m sure my mother won’t object to sharing her bathroom, either.”
Lena wasn’t entirely sure he was right, but she had seemed significantly calmer without Darius around. “Okay. Thanks.”
But Griffin continued to stand there.
“What?”
Griffin was suddenly too serious, but he was smiling a little. “We’re going to set some ground rules now that Council is back in session. Are you going to get jealous again if I try to live my life the way I want to?”
Lena studied him. She wasn’t sure if he was teasing her or not. Without saying it, they both knew he was talking about the incident involving Bianca Channing the previous year. “I wasn’t jealous of her.”
Griffin almost laughed. “Sure you weren’t. But if you’re going to date…those types, then I think I should be allowed to explore my own options.”
“We’re not dating.” Lena narrowed her eyes.
Griffin furrowed his brow. “Then you want me to wait…”
“Yes. No! I meant no. I mean, that’s not what I said, I was just asserting the fact we’re not dating. He and I. Or you and I. None of the three of us are dating. Just friends, now and always. Clear?” Lena felt her face go red. She had said something that she knew Griffin would interpret as a Freudian slip, if he had caught it.
Griffin gave her a sidelong
Griffin sat back in his chair and studied the view out the window. “Have you found your room yet?”
“Of course.” Lena lied, standing up and starting toward the door; it was a little intimidating to be on Griffin’s turf. It gave him a psychological advantage that she didn’t want him to have.
Griffin got up and started walking behind her. “I’ll show you where it is.”
Lena turned around when she got to the door. Griffin was smirking; she hadn’t seen him do that in a while. “Good trip?”
“Yeah. It was good…until the end.”
“I bet. You make any new…friends…in jail?” She jabbed.
Griffin put his hand on the door, stopping Lena from opening it. “It seems you made some while I was gone.”
Lena’s eyebrows raised. “Those are old friends.”
“More than friends, if you ask me.”
“No one asked you.” Lena crossed her arms and raised her chin a little. Griffin’s expression soured slightly. “You’re wrong. And you didn’t have to go all spastic last night, because I had it under control.”
“Rollin is trouble. I’ve already spoken to some of the other families about him. And you didn’t have it under control; he was the one who caused all the trouble after my father died. He’s the reason we had to disband the whole household.”
Lena stared at him for a moment. There wasn’t any hint of a lie in his eyes—he had known Rollin far before that night in the kitchen. Lena hated to acknowledge the fact that he might know more about it than she did; she still didn’t agree with what he had done, especially given the fact that Lena felt Rollin had made several valid points. She had found herself unable to stop thinking about how passionate he had been.
“Devin is just a friend. That’s all.” She shook her head.
Griffin tilted his head slightly. His expression was still very serious. “That’s not what he thinks.”
“Oh…whatever. Sure, Griffin.”
Griffin opened the door and gestured her out into the hall. He walked her down a hallway to the left, made a sharp turn, and Lena found herself at a dead end. Griffin opened a door to what was little more than a large closet, but there was a bed.
“It’s not much. I think Master Daray used to keep his personal attendant in here, but it should do, since you’re obsessed with helping the less worthy. It goes without saying that you’re not sleeping here until tomorrow night, after you’ve run the idea by Howard, I take it?”
Lena nodded. “That would be correct. Thanks, Griffin.”
“You’re welcome. I’m sure my mother won’t object to sharing her bathroom, either.”
Lena wasn’t entirely sure he was right, but she had seemed significantly calmer without Darius around. “Okay. Thanks.”
But Griffin continued to stand there.
“What?”
Griffin was suddenly too serious, but he was smiling a little. “We’re going to set some ground rules now that Council is back in session. Are you going to get jealous again if I try to live my life the way I want to?”
Lena studied him. She wasn’t sure if he was teasing her or not. Without saying it, they both knew he was talking about the incident involving Bianca Channing the previous year. “I wasn’t jealous of her.”
Griffin almost laughed. “Sure you weren’t. But if you’re going to date…those types, then I think I should be allowed to explore my own options.”
“We’re not dating.” Lena narrowed her eyes.
Griffin furrowed his brow. “Then you want me to wait…”
“Yes. No! I meant no. I mean, that’s not what I said, I was just asserting the fact we’re not dating. He and I. Or you and I. None of the three of us are dating. Just friends, now and always. Clear?” Lena felt her face go red. She had said something that she knew Griffin would interpret as a Freudian slip, if he had caught it.
Griffin gave her a sidelong
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