Happy-Go-Lucky

The following morning, the group gathered in the kitchen around the island. Unlike at the packhouse, where chefs and servants worked in the morning to provide an array of meals to pick from for breakfast, Gabriel's penthouse did not have such a thing. However, the vampire seemed to take this into account and produced a single box of cereal. Everyone eyed it and looked around.

Gabriel's face dropped, and he glared at them. "I will get a servant to cook you a meal," He grumbled and marched away, speaking over his shoulders, "Bloody ungrateful. I went to the shop.."

Aila couldn't help but giggle, imagining the almighty Vampire King walking down a food aisle and picking out cereal for none other than a bunch of werewolves. "Zip it," Gabriel's voice floated through her mind; though it was filled with annoyance, it didn't stop Aila from smiling at the situation.