As Vienna sank lower in the tub, she could hear Mistress Deborah hastening about in her room, probably fluffing the skirts of the gown she had chosen for her or dusting the already stainless antique wardrobe.
"Are you all right in there, dear?" Deborah asked Vienna.
"Sinking an inch more into the bathtub, Vienna said, "Yes, thanks." She wondered how long she could stay in the bath before Mistress Deborah dragged her out to go about her daily activities.
It was not that Vienna was hiding from Mistress Deborah, of course. She was the kind vampire maid who took care of Vienna in the castle. But just because she was not hiding from Mistress Deborah didn't mean she was not hiding. She most certainly was hiding from so many things.
The blood slaves wanted Vienna to work out with them. The qu
