Nathanael
“Good morning,” Gilda says in a sing-song, causing me to look up at her.
“Good morning,” I answer, checking her appearance and asking myself who out of the two of us really is the vampire here.
“Is our pretty boy still sleeping?” she asks in a happy mood, humming as she goes to check on my fake plants as if she needed to water them.
I sigh, directing my attention back to my files. “What does still mean? I sent him up…” I check my watch, clicking my tongue. “…Four hours ago.”
“Aaw, look at you, having a soft spot for him,” she mocks me, turning around.
Moving my papers on the table, I lean my head onto my fist to look at her. “Is there anything you want to talk to me about?”
“Actually, yes.” She lifts her finger, wiggling it as she takes another step forward. “I have
