“Feel free to practice your magic on the more annoying minions,” he joked. “Just don’t get caught at it,” he warned with a smirk, so maybe he wasn’t joking.
Mary was walking along the edge of the curbstone, like a tightrope walker, without her arms extended for balance.
“Did you get enough to eat tonight? You picked at your dinner,” Charles pointed out. “Do you want me to order someone to bring you a tray?”
"No, thank you," Elizabeth said, "I'll fix something if I get hungry, I might find crushed glass in it, or a dead rat in anything the minions prepared for me." She said wrinkling her nose.
Charles shot a sharp dark look at her. “That’s a joke, isn’t it? Has anyone threatened you?”
If there was one thing she understood a little of, it was the dynamics of vampiric relations
