Thea paced, anxiety making her unable to sit still while Marc lounged in a chair watching her. His silent brooding made her uneasy, but with more things to worry about than his annoyance over not being allowed to go with the guys, she ignored it.
It still pissed her off that Trent and Darren had left her behind with him as a babysitter. Didn't they know she wanted to help? That she wouldn't prove a liability? She'd finally admitted to Trent her immunity to the beast, the fact she'd also drank of his blood. His reply, "Don't care. You're staying here where I know you're safe." Didn't he know caveman declarations had gone out of style thousands of years ago? Although she did have to admit she found it kind of sexy. Not that she told him aloud. She didn't want him to think he could just go around giving orders-outside of the bedroom at any rate.