She suppressed a shiver. Wrong with her? Did he mean other than the fact that all she wanted was to fuck him now, this very second? That kind of desire was dangerous.

Everything about Thomas Monahan was dangerous.

She tried to sound flip. “Nothing’s wrong.”

His jaw locked again and his eyebrows rose. “Then explain to me why you left my room last night like a thief?”

“I don’t sleep well in other people’s beds.”

He cocked his head to the side. “That sounds like such a practiced line.”

She glared at him. “I’m not lying.”

“And you’re not telling the whole truth either.”

“Look, I don’t owe—”

“Did you dislike it that much?”

Lady, no. She gave him a slow smile. “Dislike is not the word I would have chosen.”

“Then why the coldness?”

She chewed her lip for a moment before speaking. “Well, it’s not like I want to get married or anything.”

“Never thought you did,” he murmured, staring at her mouth. “So what’s the problem?”

His head drifted closer to hers with the clear intention of kissing her while Isabelle tried desperately to remember what the problem actually was….

“Thomas?”

They both jerked, startled by Micah’s voice. Thomas swore long and fervently under his breath and turned toward him. “What is it?”

Micah looked surprised once he saw whose body Thomas’s had been blocking, the one pressed up intimately against the wall. Isabelle colored, the curse of the fairskinned.

Micah blushed, too. “I’m, uh, sorry.”

“Don’t be,” answered Thomas. “What is it?”

“Just thought you’d like to know that Stefan tried to commit suicide today.”

“What?” asked both Thomas and Isabelle in unison.

“He ripped his sheets into long thin strips and tried to hang himself. He only managed to knock himself unconscious, though. We put him in an empty padded cell.”

Thomas looked thoughtful for a moment. “Gribben is getting to him a lot faster than I thought it would.”

Micah snorted. “Do we care?”

“I don’t know.” Thomas passed a hand over his face, looking weary for a moment. “Any other news from today?”

“No. You?”

Thomas gave his head a short shake. “Nothing from Jack, Ingrid, or the others either.”

“Then we wait.” Micah sighed and turned away, waving a dismissive hand. “Carry on.”

Thomas turned back to her, his eyes stormy and troubled. The sexual mood had been broken. Good thing since she’d been about to succumb. The reality of their situation had been asserted by the exchange with Micah. They were nowhere closer to finding this thing and they had no idea when it would kill again.

Gods.

Sobered, she turned to walk up the stairs. “I’m going to hit the—”

“You haven’t eaten.”

She turned back around. “Excuse me?”