Nathanael
I open one of the fake wine bottles, smelling the cork.
“It might not be what you are used to, but they are trying their best.”
She giggles as she watches me pour a glass full of a rare type of blood. “It’s astonishing what those humans are ready to do for a bit of their currency.”
“Hmmm,” I agree with her cynical comment, my guts churning as I find myself conflicted with mocking them for the first time.
Not that I would suddenly care for those poor souls.
“I can take you to the club one of these nights. If you want to really be left astonished,” I force up a mask, washing down Baxter’s face flashing up in front of my inner eye.
Lifting her hand, she giggles again, saying something I can’t hear as my attention gets captured by Gilda standing in the door frame.
How
