"Armand needs to see you. He's had all this time to think things through. He'll have questions. He'd rather go to you with them than to me." "I hardly have answers." "Then guess." I huffed a laugh. "Are you serious?" "I am. Either you guess or I do." That brought me upright. "You mean, you've only been guessing at what you've been telling me?" He gave a grin, folding his arms behind his head. "Not entirely. Sheathe your claws, love. The stars tell me most of it. I hypothesize the rest." "You " "Very well. If that's the word you want." "That was word." "Come back down," he invited silkily, opening up the blanket again. "It's cold without you." I didn't, not right away. I fixed him with what I hoped was a steely look, but Jesse was right. Without the shared warmth of our bodies, the grotto rippled with cold after nightfall."