At his quiet response, she faced him, searching his gaze. She frowned and he breezed past her, pulling the door open before the woman on the other side could knock. The woman he assumed was Hannah stared at him, her mouth dropping open.
"Hannah, this is Rhyn, my…the guy I met in Ireland."
Hannah was beautiful in the model sense, with a slender form and large eyes that grew wider when they swept over him.
"Really?" Hannah almost gaped.
He felt Katie tense. She crossed her arms.
"Yes, really," the smaller woman said in a sharp enough tone to draw Hannah's attention.
Hannah wasn't the immortal he sensed, though she exuded a calming power that stabilized his powers, similar to Katie's, though weaker. He began to believe Kris was right about the bloodline of his mate's family. There was something unique about them.
Hannah shook herself visibly and said, "I didn't hear you come in last night. Are you staying for long?"
He felt Katie's gaze settle on him at the question.
"No."
Hannah waited for more. When nothing came, she mustered a smile and motioned down the hallway.
"I'll take you to meet Giovanni, my fiancé. He's interested in meeting our Katherine's husband. Katherine, I have a small breakfast waiting for us with the girls."
Katie grumbled beneath her breath. Hannah paused a few doors down along the wide, tall corridor with plush red rugs and gilded cornices. It was the kind of place his brothers would love: opulent and openly displaying signs of wealth. With her carefully crafted outfit and makeup, Hannah fit right in.
She tapped at a door and ducked inside.
"Really, how long are you staying, and what do you want?" Katie hissed as they waited in the hall.
"No rush. We're immortal."
"I told Gabriel I didn't want you around. You couldn't give me some peace?"
"I'm your mate," he grated. "I'm supposed to…take care of you."
At the effort he put in the difficult words, she looked up at him, her clear blue eyes vexed.
He hated how pale she looked, hated the scars on her body. He admired her strength but knew everyone had a breaking point. Hell had taught him this, if nothing else. He wasn't sure what he felt toward the woman, but he didn't want her to come to harm, and he didn't want her out of his sight.
"Come on in, Mr. Rhyn," Hannah said, pulling the door open.