Terrence slowed his pace as he arrived at his floor. There was a banging noise coming from somewhere, but for some reason it didn't alarm him.
"Ah, the penthouse," he smirked as he stopped in front of his midnight blue door.
He didn't mind not having an elevator. Vampires had stores of energy. Super strength, superior health, prolonged youthful appearance, you name it. Well, Leandra certainly didn't miss the daily jogs up all those stairs to her former little apartment that shared the floor with his. She told him that little bit daily. But he didn't mind it. Not at all.
He missed having her as a neighbor though. He liked her company, but he was profoundly happy for her and Chance. The half-Demon had found his true mate in Terrence's songbird neighbor for which Terrence accepted all re
