I didn’t know what to make of Thierry’s words, but it didn’t matter anyway. As I saw it, Pierre would always mourn his dead lover, though he had had many s****l partners since then. He was by no means a monk.
I slept until one the next afternoon, then took care of business for the club that Pierre couldn’t handle during the day. There were some banks that catered to vampires at night, but none had opened as yet in this city. So I took care of the cash drops and moving funds around for the club.
I never gave much thought to my appearance, favoring all non-descript clothing to blend in as much as I could, despite my facial marker. Because I spent so much of my time indoors and working at night, my skin was still very pale, though my blond hair was a little darker than it had been when I wa
