Zev shot him a cold smile. “Go ahead.”
I sent Laurent a pleading look. Also a longing one because holy shit, the angle from here was spectacular.
He smirked and reached for one of the folded bath towels on the ground and wrapped it around his waist. Too bad.
Zev disappeared behind the wall. “She’s not in her bed. I checked. I also checked Detective Chu’s place.”
“You can’t get in there.” I scrambled out of the tub, taking the towel that Laurent held out.
“There’s this marvelous resource called windows. Perhaps you’ve heard of them.” I didn’t have to see Zev to know he was sneering. “For the last time, where is your daughter?”
I had a couple of ideas, neither of which I was going to share with the vampire. “Tell me where and I’ll bring her.”
“Just the two of you,” he said.
Laurent pulled the stopper out of the tub and winged it at the wall.
I shrugged. I was in no danger from Zev. “Is Vincenzo secured? Because if not, how are you going to protect us?”
“He’s with Sabrina. Trust me, you’re of no interest to him right now.”
“Can Juliette come?” I said. “I figured out how to wake Sabrina.”
“I’ll send her the address.” There was the sound of a text being sent. “Now you have it as well. Don’t make me wait.”
I marched inside, muttering about anatomically impossible things that I’d like to do to vampires, and got dressed. When I got hold of Eli and told him the situation, he explained that he’d been called into work and driven Sadie to stay with his sister. Grinding my teeth, I informed him that he could phone Genevieve and give her a reason why I was doing a curbside pickup of our child in the middle of the night.
My perfect boyfriend—I’d decided I really hated the word “partner”—had made me coffee.
I slugged some back, then handed him the mug. “Duty calls.”
“I know you’ll win. You and Sadie both.” He walked me to the door, stealing one last kiss.
I stepped outside. “Talk to you later. Oh, and for the record? Number seven definitely could be achieved in a tub.”
“I despise vampires,” Laurent said, and shut the door.