her space to get her head back on straight. Quinn and Bastian got the few bags next to the elevator door.
“We’ll wait for the wolves,” Quinn said, using his body to trap Haven against the wall and block the wind. The heat that radiated from him caused her to grow warmer than was natural in a parking garage this time of year.
When the wolves returned, Quinn pushed a peculiar sequence of buttons before the long ride in the elevator. The door opened into a grand, battle-fortress foyer with huge carved wooden doors flanking either side of the elevator.
“It’s”—she paused, not sure she liked post-modern cave warrior—“an interesting choice in décor.”
He shrugged. “I’ve collected this stuff my entire life. I was lucky to be able to find most of it after the time-shift.” He dropped the bags next to a closet door. “I only have one guest room,” he said in that buttery baritone that left her feeling weak. “The boy can have it. I’ll take my office, and you can stay in my room.”
“Th-thank you,” Haven managed. There should be more questions bubbling out, but she wanted to get a handle on all the new information she had first. Her head was about to explode with the excessive influx of knowledge. “I’m sorry. I—”
“You’re exhausted,” Quinn said. “No need to apologize. I want everyone settled for the night, and we can figure out everything else in the morning.”
“Yes, sir.” Bastian led the way into the cavern-like dwelling.
Everything was dark, heavy, and masculine. The style wasn’t bad, but it did leave Haven feeling as if she’d just moved into a large cave. A cave with weapons lining the walls. Haven was sure they would give off a pretty flicker of light if there were a fire in the giant stone fireplace that took up all of one wall in the living room. “Don’t touch anything,” she said to Bastian. “You might get hurt.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said respectfully. He stopped when they got to the hallway on the other side of the penthouse and turned to Quinn. “I don’t know what I am supposed to do in this situation.”
“You need rest first, young Bastian,” Quinn said in a stern tone. “You will have time to learn what you must. For now, you need to sleep.”
“Thank you, sir.” Bastian awkwardly bowed his head. “Which room may I use?”
“The room at the end of the hall.”
Bastian bowed his head again. He lifted his backpack over his shoulder and leaned down to kiss Haven’s cheek. “Good night. I’ll see you in the morning.” Then he sauntered off down the hall.
Haven stood there and watched him walk away. She had to remind herself he was getting to be an age where he didn’t want someone to tuck him in at night. She waited until the door of the guestroom closed before she turned to face Quinn. “I don’t understand. Why is he so accepting of you? He doesn’t like men near me.”
“His treòir has enough of an education to keep an altercation from happening before either of you are ready.” Quinn crouched down next to Nikon and gave him a good ear rub with one hand while patting Medea softly with the other. “Bastian has hope. He is still good and recognizes the good in me.”
She turned away and cleared her throat. “If you’ll just tell me where to go…”
Quinn gave an extra pat before he stood up and snagged her bag out of her hands. “I’ll show you.”
Haven could only nod. She had no idea what she was doing or how she was supposed to be reacting to anything. He was taking her to his room. Did that mean he was expecting sex?
“No .” Nikon said softly only to her. “ He knows you’re not handling any of this well .” The wolf padded over to her to offer her support as she followed Quinn through his home.
She stared down at Nikon. He managed to look guilty. “ I can hear what is important for me to hear. Every other thought you have is your own unless you choose to share.”
She wasn’t exactly sure how that was