Cyprus had underestimated the power of a bribe. Just as one had gotten him sent on this mission, so a large one levied at the inn keeper had gotten them a no questions asked room. Around the corner, they'd taken turns with what was probably a housekeeper. Her blood was hot, delicious, and healing. When Sadihra discarded her unconscious body, he could already feel his wounds knitting together, his swollen knee going down.
When they were sated, he surveyed the tangle of luggage in the back of the van, uncertain if his bag was even there.
Sadihra moved to help him, but he motioned her to the building. "Go inside and get a shower. I'll bring our bags in when I find them."
She looked ready to argue, but relented with a nod.
He watched her go, fallen hair bouncing on her tense shoulders. She stopped suddenly and looked back. He expected a cutting remark, a reprimand for following her with his eyes. Instead she said softly, "Don't take too long."