“You’re trying to tell me this infernal device is going to take us beneath the surface?!”
I asked, as I stared into the open elevator as if it were the jaws of a wild beast capable of devouring a vampyr whole. Aurelia seemed to consider my behavior with profound amusement, even if she was managing to internalize it.
“You do realize we have been using these infernal devices for hundreds of years now?”
She asked me, and I gave her a testy look.
“The concept of a lift certainly predates my slumber, yet I cannot manage to trust a devilishly infernal device with my safety. There was still an aspect of manual lift to them when I was last amongst the living.”
She seemed to absorb my little history lesson and bobbed her head as she nudged me forward.
“Come on, you scaredy-vamp, let’s get th
