Trent brought his attention down from the bats hanging in the sanctuary to give me a closed-lipped smile from under his raised eyebrows. They were thick and black, very unlike his pale wisps, and it made reading his emotions easier. He looked highly amused as his smile widened, showing a slip of long canine. He’d gone for the more realistic caps, and I felt an unhelped pulse of adrenaline dive to my middle at the mix of vampiric threat and lure. I wondered if that was why Trent was standing on my doorstep—trying to get a rise out of me. Or maybe he was rethinking his stellar decision to go into the ever-after and thought showing me his twenty-thousand-dollar costume would impress me.

Suddenly wishing I’d never helped him, I blanked all the emotion from my face except for a bothered annoyance. “What do you want?” I said snidely. “Is this about Ceri? You know, letting me walk out of there thinking you got her pregnant was low even for you. If I wasn’t going to go into the ever-after for you then, I sure as hell wouldn’t work for you now.” Yeah, I was mad at Ceri, but I was still her friend.

Trent’s eyes fixed on me, his pupils widening slightly in surprise. “I’m very glad to hear that, Ms. Morgan. Avoiding Mr. Kalamack is one of the items I wanted to talk to you about.”

I froze, alarmed. Not only had his voice lacked its musical cadence, but the accent was very New York.

The sound of a car door opening jerked my attention past Trent to the curb. The man getting out of the driver’s side wasn’t Jonathan or Quen. No, this guy was bigger, with wide shoulders and arms as big as my legs. I could tell by his grace that he was a living vampire. Trent didn’t employ vampires unless absolutely necessary. The man in black pants and a stretchy black T-shirt by the car crossed his arms over his chest and fell into a parade rest that looked threatening even at forty feet away.

Swallowing hard, my gaze returned to the man on my stoop. I didn’t think it was Trent anymore. “You’re not Trent, are you,” I said, and I flushed when he flashed me the beautiful smile Rynn Cormel was known for.

“No.”

“Oh, God, I’m sorry, Mr. Cormel.” I stammered, wondering if I could make this any worse. Ivy’s number one was standing on our doorstep, and I’d just insulted him. “Ivy’s not here right now. Do you want to come in and wait?”

Looking utterly alive, the man threw his head back and laughed, long and deep. I warmed. Damn it, he was undead. He couldn’t come in on holy ground. And asking him to wait had been stupid. Like he had time to wait for my roommate?