And my chuckle joined his. “That’s the superior werewolf mind?”
He slapped my ass. “Any better ideas?”
“Start from the bottom and work our way up?”
“Always works for me,” he said with a knowing grin.
“Shock,” said I, “serious shock.”
* * * *
And so, to the basement we went, yet again. Same spooky coffin, same cobwebbed recesses of my cousin’s mega-mansion, but there was nothing there. No hidden safes, no hidden anything, despite our best efforts to locate it or something akin to it.
Twenty minutes later, I looked to Steven. “This house is huge, dude,” I whined, “much bigger than my patience.”
He sighed and held my hand. “Oh, good, I thought it was just me.” Then he smiled and gave that hand a squeeze. “Time for some of that vamping of yours, I think.”
I nodded, though I hadn’t a c
