When she turned, Darius was prowling the hotel room, examining everything, picking up her belongings, holding them to his face, putting them down again. It was actually a suite of rooms, consisting of a comfortable sitting area and a large bedroom. It didn’t take him long to circle the entire sitting room, for she didn’t have many possessions. He came back to stand in front of her. “What are you doing here?” he asked, almost gently. She frowned. “Shouldn’t that be my question? This is my room.” “That wasn’t quite what I meant.” He sank down onto the sofa and patted the seat beside him. “Come and sit with me.” “I’d rather stand.” He looked thoughtful, but didn’t argue. Instead, he relaxed against the cushions, his arms stretched out along the back of the sofa, and watched her through half-closed eyes. “I presumed, when you disappeared so quickly, that you’d gone back to your sisters.” “No.” “Well, obviously not. I think I’d notice if the old harridans were hidden away here.”
