Myra was tongue-tied and frozen in place, realizing she wasn't alone, but stuck with a vampire.
Her throat went dry as she stared at the vampire, who sat elegantly in the armchair, his arm raised to his chin, with a closed book on the table beside him, reading to pass the time while waiting for her.
“You spent an awful long time taking your showers, human; I got bored. Come, sit,” he said quietly, not at ease in his time, but he didn’t sound cruel either, “but that didn’t mean Myra wasn’t seconds from running into the hall calling for Draven.
“He is in the shower, and the rooms in my manor are soundproof even to powerful supernatural… and I just wanted to talk to you, or should I say see what his latest obstruction is now?” he smirked.
Latest? Now that piqued something bitter in her as
