“No, it’s Raymond.” He was stretched out on the loveseat, his legs hanging over an arm since it couldn’t accommodate his height. Had he just arrived, and was that why he hadn’t opened it out?
“Asshole. I knew that. You scared me spitless.”
“You did give me permission to enter.” And of course that was why Mina hadn’t barked at him. “Both the Rege and le duc wished me to guard you.”
“Yeah, but—” I shook my head. “Never mind. Do you need breakfast?”
“I can’t feed from you!”
“I wasn’t offering.” I scowled at him. “There’s some blood in the fridge, and I can nuke it for you.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” I picked up the frying pan, put it in the sink, and went to the fridge to remove a bag of blood. I put it into the microwave and set it to warm, then took some paper towels from the
