“I’d like a boring life more than this,” I muttered, gesturing toward the chaos unraveling in front of us. There was always something: a new enemy, another fight, some fresh threat on the horizon. “I’ll be honest with you, sweety pie, I’m a little tired of facing down another battle. I can’t even remember the last time I sat down to dinner, like a normal person.”
“You had a meal a couple of hours ago,” he grated, his voice laced with irritation. “I always made sure you were fed, even if you choose to forget it.”
“How is it you remember all these trivial details?” I scoffed, throwing up my hands. “Aren’t you supposed to be the vampire king or something? Shouldn’t you have minions for this, a whole legion to handle these small things and, I don’t know, carry your shoes?”
“Carry my shoes?”
