Chris chuckled. “Hopefully you'll love my cooking, as well. Or, at least not hate it.” He went to a huge stainless steel stove with eight burners. It looked like something that belonged in a restaurant. What it was doing in a vampire's house, I had to wonder. Unless a lot of humans stayed, or visited frequently.
Rick entered the kitchen. “Boy, you guys live high on the hog,” he said. “Sabrina, wait until you see the bathroom. The sink isn't a normal, boring white ceramic sink; it's like-like a fish bowl!”
Chris and I laughed.
“Were there any fish in this bowl?” I asked teasingly.
“It isn't a real fish bowl. You'll just have to see for yourself,” Rick said, surging across a floor that looked like it was made of slabs of stone, but it was merely patterned to look real. His eyes were roun
