Chapter 18After relieving Jeroboam of his watch duty, Montreal began to read the book his lover had set aside. But he’d not long settled when his peace was disturbed by a blood-chilling scream that was suddenly cut off.
Before Montreal could roll off the bed, Aaron was already on his feet, in a defensive stance, his body between the bed and the door.
“Stay back,” he whispered. Then he advanced cat-like toward the door. He eased it open a fraction, peering out, then glanced back, shaking his head. “Whatever it was isn’t in this hallway. I think it’s safe. Oh, wait. Eris! Over here!”
A moment later, Eris, plus the two security men, were in the room.
“What happened?” Jeroboam took command and Montreal hovered at his shoulder.
“As far as we could see, a servant’s been killed. I couldn’t g
