“You failed to lock your door,” he finally said, voice low. “Dangerous.” She lifted her head. “Not if there’s a blood mage in the room with me.” “On the contrary.” He eased the door to behind him. “And what if it weren’t me?” There was a lilt to her voice in the dark. “Then I’d scream, and you would come running, and I’d have you here either way, just like I was hoping.” Damien shifted the lock into place. “Well, now no one can come in. And no one’s getting out either.” She put her head back down. “Guess you have to sleep here then.”
