“You behave yourself.” Heath shook a warning finger at him.
“Me? Tell her to behave,” Leif complained, tossing a nod my way.
“I'm warning you,” Heath said more forcefully.
“I'm fine, I'm fine,” he said, waving his brother off, and then chuckled. “I need to rehydrate here. You know I'm mean and out of sorts when I first rise.”
“Right,” Heath said uneasily. He said goodbye and slipped out the door. The cooler air drifted over me, pushed some strands of my hair briefly as I shut the door. The sun was down now. The twins were still too young to step out into any bit of sunlight without burning. It seemed that the truly old vampires could take small amounts of shaded or weakened sunlight, and one as old as Vasyl or Tremayne could take full sunlight for 'a while', but it was still uncomforta
