"Oh my, why thank you dear for making breakfast, I guess I overslept." Latifah said, slightly chuckling to herself. She was still in her purple floral morning coat, her hair in a messy bun, tendrils flying all over the place.
"Don't worry about it, its my pleasure." I smiled at her handing her a cup of tea.
Damon let out a breath and stood up.
He had already cleared his plate, which was a bit surprising since he was eating so slowly, almost distractedly.
Did he inhale the rest when I wasn't looking?
Obviously he didn't and couldn't answer my mental questions, so he just proceeded to the sink to wash his plate.
As he made his way back up the stairs, I could see the faint red lines around his ankles too. Now I was really curious.
And from the way Latifah was looking a
