Oren woke early the next morning. He could feel the sun outside, hear the wind howl, as turbulent as his thoughts.
He looked to where Etsuko slept next to him, her body still; the sleep of the immortal. With no coven to speak of, they'd copied Jorick and made a bedroom in the basement, leaving Xandria and the children with rooms upstairs. Etsuko hadn't complained about the coffins, but seeing her climb into one each night-for the first time in his life it seemed an odd custom. He'd purchased a bed, and linens, though it meant more laundry.
We should get some servants.
Not that Etsuko would agree. He'd mentioned it - until three years ago he'd always had human servants to handle the mundane tasks - but Etsuko had insisted it was unnecessary.
"The coven that raised you had servants," he reminded her. "Not just humans, but lower ranked vampires."
"Yes, but it was a large coven. We are only one family."