She still couldn’t make out what the voices inside were saying, but the mere knowledge that one of them was Brad’s warmed her better than the tea had. Waiting a few more moments might have been the hardest thing she’d done all day. At last, the door opened. For a second or two, Vivien wasn’t sure which of the twins was looking at her with such a grave expression. Until now, Aedan’s metallic eyes had often given him away, but would it be true anymore now that Brad was a vampire too?
“Dame Vivien,” he said, and those two words were enough for her to know it was Aedan.
She didn’t wait for him to add anything and stepped forward instead.
“How is he?” she asked, her heart in her throat. She tried to look inside behind Aedan but couldn’t catch sight of Brad. “Can I see him?”
Aedan raised a hand toward her, palm out, a request to slow down. His sleeve was rolled up, she noticed, and two small wounds, round and bright red, closed but fresh, marked his wrist. It looked like a set of bite marks; a set of fangs.
“Please be patient. He’s still awakening, and he needs to feed. It’d be better if you waited until morning—”
She shook her head. “No way. I want—I need to talk to him now. I need to know he’s okay. Please.”
She and Aedan had clashed about many things in the past couple of weeks since she had met him, and she could tell already that this would be one more point of disagreement. Why would he want to keep Brad from her, though? He disapproved of their relationship, but certainly he had to understand how she felt.
He held her gaze for a few seconds before turning back to look inside the bedroom. When he looked at her again, his expression had tensed even further if that was possible.
“All right,” he said very quietly. “Just… be careful, Dame Vivien. Please.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but she didn’t have time to give it much thought. He stepped out of the way to stand at her side, and at last she could see Brad. He came out of the bedroom, the faintest of smiles on his lips. Vivien’s eyes prickled and she smiled back at him. When he stopped, she crossed those last, intolerable few inches and threw her arms around his neck. She could have wept when his arms closed around her, pulling her tight against him. Next to them, Aedan made a sound, almost like a hiss, but she couldn’t have cared less what he or anyone else thought. She’d been so sure she’d lost Brad… To have him back was heaven.