“Hey.”
He ran a hand through his hair, and there was something wonderfully bashful in the gesture. “I didn’t expect to see you. Before, I mean.”
“It’s only Ethan I’m not supposed to see tonight,” I said with a smile, “but we’re going to ignore that rule. Why are you here?”
“Security,” he said. “After last night, Luc asked if I’d mind keeping an eye on the House, at least until you and Ethan are off premises. Sounds like you had quite an eventful evening.”
“‘Eventful’ barely cuts it. We’ve got a senior staff meeting, and then he should be downstairs.” Although, I thought, glancing toward the kitchen, I could probably find something for Jonah to do in the meantime. Something that would kill two birds with one stone. Or at least give them a little love tap . . .
; “Come here,” he said, pulling me against him as he lay down again.
I put a hand on his chest, felt his heart pounding beneath my hand. “You were born a soldier, turned into a monster, or so you feared. And you made yourself a Master. You made your identity.”
“That was more of an ‘it takes a village’ effort, but to your point, yes.” He lifted my fingers to his mouth, pressed lips to soft skin. “Others wanted us to play certain roles. To be certain people. But we made ourselves. So keep your name, Merit of Cadogan House. I have your heart.”
He certainly did.
“Besides, I wasn’t born ‘Sullivan.’ And I don’t believe I’ve told you that story yet.”
Before being outed, vampires had changed names every few decades to avoid detection. “You haven’t,” I said, a little guilty I hadn’t thought to ask him before.
“Television anchor in the seventies,” he said with a grin. “Name was Sullivan Steele.”
“No.”
“Absolute truth. He wasn’t nearly as suave as the name suggested—I believe there was a double-knit suit in there, but I liked Sullivan.”
“And Ethan?”
“That was Aaliyah’s idea.” Aaliyah was Malik’s wife, a writer who tended to keep to herself. “Found it in a book of baby names, which is what we used back then for ideas.”
“In the days before the Internet tubes.”
“I don’t think they’re tubes, but yes. When the library was truly necessary.”
I narrowed my gaze at him. “I hope you don’t mean to suggest it’s not necessary now. Because it is.”
He wrapped his arms around me. “Easy, Sentinel. There are plenty of vampires who use the library, including us. The Librarian would certainly lead the charge for my assassination or dismissal in any event.”
“Good,” I said. I kissed him lightly. “Because that would endanger our relationship.”
He nodded. “Besides, what would I do with the space? Although a conservatory would be nice . . .” He smiled again, but there was still a troubled tightness around his eyes.
“You’re trying to calm me down,” I realized. “By lightening the mood.”
“Since we met,” he said, putting his chin atop my head, “I’ve been telling you to be still.”
“So you have,” I said, and let myself be drawn in by the warmth and scent of him, by the comfort of his nearness, of having him as a lodestar. “I love you, Ethan Sullivan.”
“And I love you, Merit of the Single Name.”
And that was good enough for me.
CHAPTER FOUR