Galen found out the next night Luc meant what he said about taking him out to search for vampires.
It was Saturday, meaning Galen didn’t get off work until the store closed at ten. He went home and, as usual when he worked late, fixed dinner for himself and his mother. She arrived just as it was ready.
“Smells good,” she told him, coming into the kitchen.
“Curry usually does,” he replied with a grin, dishing it onto two plates. “How was your day?”
“Don’t ask,” she muttered. “Long, hard, and understaffed. Want to trade with me?”
Galen snorted. “Not in this lifetime, thank you.”
“Damn.” She feigned a pout as she sat down to eat. “One more day of freedom,” she said after making inroads into her meal. “Are you going to do anything special?”
“Yeah. Sleep in, since I don’t work tomorrow.
