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on in her books. The mortal was putting his life at risk to see the girl safely to Port Henry. A little gratitude wouldn’t go amiss.
    “Whatever,” Stephanie mumbled, obviously still caught up in her own thoughts, but she also looked a bit chagrined, so she obviously got the silent reprimand in Mirabeau’s thoughts.
    “Am I missing something?” Tiny asked quietly, drawing her gaze again.
    “Nothing important,” Mirabeau assured him, as the elevator doors opened.

Chapter Five
    The suite was two normal hotel rooms connected by a living/dining area, with a dining table and chairs at one end and a couch, chair, and television at the other. It wasn’t very grand, but then the hotel wasn’t exactly one of the grand ones either.
    It would do for their needs, Mirabeau decided as she glanced over their accommodations.
    “I get this room,” Stephanie announced peering into the bedroom on the right. She then turned and arched an eyebrow as she asked, “Which one of you gets the other and which one takes the couch?”
    “Nice try,” Mirabeau growled, tossing the packet of room keys on the dining table. “You and I get that room. Tiny gets the other.”
    “No way. I’m not sleeping with you,” she protested at once. “You probably snore.”
    Mirabeau scowled, her patience snapping, but before she could blast her, Tiny said lightly, “I wouldn’t be so hasty. Your options are Mirabeau in the second bed in your room, or me…And I do snore.” When Stephanie opened her mouth, probably to protest further, he added, “It’s that or we go find the SUV right now and head out as we are. You can’t be left alone until we get you safely to Port Henry. There’s still a chance Leonius or one of his men could find us.”
    Stephanie snapped her mouth closed, then huffed, “Fine. Mirabeau then. But I’m telling Lucian how awful you two are as bodyguards.” She whirled away, adding, “I’m taking a bath. A long one. You both stink, and I can’t stand it anymore.” On that charming note, she stomped into the bathroom of the room she was to share with Mirabeau and slammed the door behind her.
    Mirabeau growled and started forward, murder on her mind, but Tiny caught her arm. When she turned furiously on him, he said soothingly, “You can use my bathroom.”
    “She—” Mirabeau began, but he interrupted.
    “Is a teenager who was kidnapped, subjected to who knows what horrors, and turned against her will. In the process, she lost her whole family except her sister and she’s now losing her, at least temporarily, while she’s hidden away in some podunk town in southern Ontario.”
    Mirabeau found a smile tugging at her lips at his words. “Podunk?”
    “Her word,” he said wryly.
    Mirabeau nodded. She hadn’t paid attention to what they were discussing but had been aware that Tiny and Stephanie had chatted quietly as they’d traveled through the tunnels. It seemed that the girl had been airing her grievances, and she did have more than her fair share. Stephanie had been through a lot, Mirabeau acknowledged, and forced herself to relax. She took a deep, cleansing breath, then murmured, “You’re very patient with her.”
    “I’m a patient guy.” He grinned, and Mirabeau found herself relaxing completely and grinning back. The moment she did, Tiny patted the arm he’d grabbed, then stepped away. “Go on. Take a bath in my room. Take as long as you want. I’m going to go out and see if I can scrounge up some food for us.”
    Mirabeau bit her lip as she watched him walk to the door, suddenly worried about his being on his own. She didn’t think anyone had followed them, but there was a slight possibility they had, and she didn’t like the idea of his being alone if that were the case. She also knew saying so probably wasn’t the smart thing to do. The guy wouldn’t appreciate her fretting over him as if he couldn’t take care of himself, so instead she said, “Don’t you want to at least shower or