Chapter 9Sleep was elusive for Mathias, slipping through his fingers like quicksilver every time he thought he had it. It was his own fault. He’d slept the night through, and now, with Vegas sunlight, blinding and white, trapping him inside Edmund’s walls, he had few choices in how to kill the time. Pride kept him from going back out to the living room, but his anger dissipated far more quickly than he anticipated. To be truthful, most of his more negative feelings toward Edmund had long ago been resolved. Minor spats like this one—even when such cruel comments were being bandied about—were nothing compared to the grand scheme of things.
But was there a grand scheme? Mathias had claimed, over and over again, that he wasn’t there for a reconciliation. And he wasn’t. Well, he hadn’t been an
