It didn’t take long to reach the door. “Thank you again.”
“You are welcome. Perhaps one day you will come to visit our caravan.”
“I’d like that.” I held up my hand in farewell. He did the same and then walked away, the big wolf at his side, the rabbit once again dangling from the wolf’s mouth.
I looked down at Mina. “Y’know something, pup? We get to meet the most interesting people.” She glanced over her shoulder and wagged her tail as if in agreement. “Well, let’s get some breakfast.”
* * * *
Unlike the night before, the kitchen was crowded, and Mina and I stood in the doorway and watched as women took bags of blood from the refrigerators and placed them into the microwaves. Were the jewel-toned goblets that sat on trays waiting to be filled and then brought to the vampyres?
Shoot. Should I have provided glasses for Adam and Raymond to drink from? Why hadn’t they told me?
One of the women noticed us, and her eyes grew wide. “M’lord Tyrell!”