The waitress appeared before he could answer. When their glasses were full, Bren dismissed her, and they drank their breakfast in silence. Griselda inhaled the minty scent. She thought of her childhood home, and her grandmother's herb garden. The memories were blurred by time, and over bright with sunlight, but she could still feel the warmth in her grandmother's eyes; a warmth that had been extinguished far too soon.
"I might trust Senya."
Griselda looked up sharply. "What?"
Bren set his empty glass on the table and fixed her with an irritated stare. "You asked if I trusted Senya. I said I might."
She suppressed a smile. "I suppose that's something."
They finished their breakfast and, though her mind wasn't made up, headed upstairs. The sixth floor was a mix of humans and vampires, i
