"Thomas took a slow breath. His silver eyes grew even brighter. It was creepy as hell and fascinating. "I was hoping you knew a good spot. I sure as hell can't take him to my place." Molly's voice sharpened. "I don't even a place," she said. "I still live at my parents' house." "Less whining," Thomas said, his voice cool. "More telling me a place to take him where he won't be killed."