It would give Victoria too much power over him if he appeared overly eager as had happened to men for centuries, whether human or Hunter. When he opened the door he kept a neutral face, especially given the glare shooting at him from Victoria’s cadre captain. “Welcome,” he said and motioned for them to enter. Victoria was about to step inside when her captain gently grasped her shoulder. “Let me go first, Quinchu.” Christopher tried not to be insulted. If Ryan were in a similar situation, entering an enemy’s den, he would expect the same kind of caution. “By all means, Captain. If there is anything that makes you uncomfortable—” “Everything about this place makes me uncomfortable,” he almost snarled, earning a sharp rebuke from Victoria. “Rafael. We are here as guests.” The man faced him, grudgingly raised his hand to his chest. “My apologies. The loss of our friend has impaired my judgment.” Trying to soothe Rafael and get past the moment, Christopher clapped the man’s shoulder.
