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He sighed and unlocked the doors. He hopped out, and I tried to untangle myself from the sheet, but my door opened, and Henrik hoisted me up before I could.

“You don’t need to carry me.” I snapped, trying to get myself free.

Henrik simply grunted as he headed towards his front door. “Just go back to bed.”

I wanted to argue, but I was still clinging to sleep. I chewed on my cheek as I felt myself starting to drift off again.

***

I woke up and found myself lying on a couch. I scanned the space, finding a clock hanging on a wall. It was a little past six in the morning. I was in the living room. I looked at Henrik, finding he was sleeping on a reclining chair next to the couch. Ilooked away from him, scanning the room now that I was fully awake.

Henrik had a nice place. It was fashionably tasteful, with shades of blue and green around. He had a large couch facing a TV mounted on the wall. His lounge chair was in the corner, and to the left of us was a L-shaped kitchen. He had two spots to sit and eat and a large walk-out patio.

I slowly crept out from my blanket and stood up. I glanced at him as I took a few steps toward the kitchen.

“I have an excellent security system.” Henrik’s eyes slowly opened as he looked at me. “And you will not be so easy to sneak out.”

I rolled my eyes, feeling my shoulders sink. “Do you ever sleep?”

“I do, but knowing you're here and so quick to leave, I’m going off half of what I would prefer.”

I snorted. “If you have such a good security system, why would you worry if I were awake? Surely, it would keep me here.”

He half laughed. “That doesn’t mean you wouldn’t go ahead and throw something at a glass door to get out.”

He wasn’t wrong. I turned, walking into the kitchen. “Do you at least have coffee if you're going to hold me hostage?”

“I’m not holding you hostage. I’m just keeping you here until we can get things figured out with the Council.”

I scanned the kitchen, spotting a small coffee pot in the corner. It didn’t look like it had been used in a while, so I started going through the cabinets looking for coffee.

Henrik pulled himself out of the chair and yawned. “What are you looking for?”

“Coffee.”

“I don’t keep coffee in the house.”

I turned, looking at him like he just grew another head. “You what? How the hell do you not have coffee? What kind of person doesn’t keep coffee in their house?”

He shrugged. “I don’t drink it.”

I stared at him in shock. “What do you mean? How is that even possible?”

He grabbed the blanket I had been using and started to fold it. “I’ve never liked the taste.”

“You know, there is such a thing as creamer.”

“Which is a lot of sugar.”

I ran a hand through my hair and turned back to the kitchen. “Well, I need coffee. Otherwise, I’m going to lose my shit.”

Henrik snorted as he threw the blanket onto the couch. He walked towards me, looking too sexy for someone who slept in the upright position. “Seems to me you already did that.”

I ground my teeth together. “You get me coffee, or I’m breaking one of your windows.”

“You're almost as grumpy as Jay when he gets up,” he said as he walked into the kitchen.

I thought of Sam and suddenly missed her. I wonder if word got around about what I did. I wondered why they sent Henrik after me. Did he know we were supposed to get together? Or had the Council not figured that part out yet?