Ten:
Olaf and Aurelia almost seemed ready to come to blows over the bacon. There might not be enough protein items in one kitchen for the number of strong immortals I housed. Quinn watched in silent amusement. Anne seemed to simply focus on her own food.
“Olaf, I’ll slap your fangs out of your skull if ye don’t behave like a proper adult.”
I warned him and sighed. Now I was resigned to my fate as the vampyr hall monitor. There was nothing much I could do, except threaten violence. The violence appeared to be the only thing most immortals responded to. Hence why so many immortals died bloody violent deaths.
“I wish I could kill him myself.”
Aurelia growled, but she only meant it a little. Olaf drove everyone insane. This was an eventuality. Nothing about this situation worried me. No
