The guys no sooner made their phone calls than they were piling out of the motel into the truck. Thea could tell by the glower on Trent's face he wasn't happy. Not daring to ask why, she listened avidly when someone else did.
"What did he say?" Marc asked, his eyes trained on the road as he drove.
"He'll help us to a certain extent."
"Okay. What part is he balking at? Asking the other vamps for help? Gathering a posse to take Roderick out once we figure out how? Dangling himself as bait?"
"No. He agreed to all that so long as we can get the information we need from the vampires."
"Then what did he say no to?"
Trent clamped his lips shut, and Thea suddenly knew. "He doesn't want me at his compound."
He shook his head.
"That's bullshit," Marc exclaimed.
"What the hell?" Darren growled. "Don't tell me they're afraid of one little pregnant woman?"