"House Regulus?" Damon echoed. "You do realize that Blaise isn't there right now, yes?"
"I know that all too well," I said dryly, pointing to the newest addition to my wrist. I wracked my head for a plausible excuse and blurted out the first thing that came to my mind, "I want to see Blaise's old room. He was in charge of that packhouse, yes? As his mate, I want to see how he runs things. Maybe he decorated that packhouse differently."
Damon stared back at me, unimpressed. A muscle twitched in his jaw. "Blaise runs things the way I tell him to run things. There is no difference between House Regulus and House Sirius."
"There will always be differences," I maintained adamantly. "And I want to visit Blaise's room. He must have spent more time there than in House Sirius―"
