Elizabeth was freshly bathed and tucked into bed when he came home just before dawn. Charles moved about her room with a restless energy about him, her dress from earlier had been hung up. In the small bathroom, her stockings and chemise were rinsed and hung to dry, the bathroom was freshly cleaned as well.
He moved to the fireplace, adding another log to the fire. He stoked the embers, watching the log catch fire.
He felt, guilt? He wasn't quite sure if that was the right word for what he was feeling. He had left his girl to go out with the other vampires, left her alone in a household of minions that if something bad happened, they would probably offer her as a sacrifice.
He should have at least helped her back to her room, they had spent all day f*****g. Sparing her the wa
