“Oh, of course,” she said.“I suspect he probably has a lot to do since he’s peerage.”
Standing at the island, the first bite must have revived her stomach because she quickly consumed the food.It had been a while since her last meal and everything tasted exceptional.
Once she was done mopping up the last crumbs with her toast, she looked around, intending to thank the cook.Only to realize everyone stared at her.
“Um,” she said, self-consciously.“It was really good.”
Mrs.Brenda beamed and took the dish and silverware.“My pleasure.I love feeding someone with a healthy appetite.”
“Does Lord Huntley eat food?”
“He does,” she answered.“He’s a born vampire, so he’s able to consume food.”
Adalyn remembered there were two types of vampires.Born and made.Born vampires gained their vampirism sometime in their twenties after they went through The Change.From what little she knew, it was a deeply personal moment in every born vampire’s life.Early humans called them demons, but their unique physiology was simple biology.Much like a human baby growing up, there were milestones in each person’s life.Born vampires were no different, and once they hit their own maturation, they transformed.
Vampirism gave them better reflexes, better healing abilities, better hearing and sight.Longer lifespan than a human.Once they metamorphized, for lack of a better description, they took their place within the vampire society.Made vampires existed only on blood, and could only be made by express permission of the vampire king.Plus, they would never hold any type of status within vampire society.
Unauthorized made vampires were hunted down and annihilated.That didn’t stop the black market for turning people, of course, but it wasn’t as popular as one would think.
“Super healing would be great.”She looked down at her hands.At the scrapes she had from last night.“I have a couple of questions, if I may.”
“Certainly.”
“Do you, um, know where my friend’s body was taken?”
Sympathy softened his face.“Lord Huntley had her taken to a funeral home.I can get you that information.”
“Yes, please.”
Lionel left the kitchen, and Adalyn turned to the cook.“Mrs.Brenda, can I help you with washing the dishes?”
The cook blinked.“Oh, thank you, but I have it under control.”
Lionel returned just a few minutes later holding a business card.“Here you go.”
“Thank you,” she said, reading the card.“Please tell Lord Huntley that I can’t express how grateful I am that he helped me, and I promise I’ll pay him back.Is it possible you can call me an Uber or something?”
“Lord Huntley expects you to stay.”
Adalyn shook her head.“We only had a brief encounter, and I don’t want to be a burden.”
Lionel frowned.“But—”
“Do you want to go to the funeral home?”Mrs.Brenda asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Well, then, we can get Chester to drive her there, right, Lionel?”
He visually relaxed.“Certainly.I’ll call him now.”
He pulled out a cell phone and turned as he placed the call.Mrs.Brenda reached over to take her hand.
“What would you like for dinner?”
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll be back,” Adalyn replied as she squeezed Mrs.Brenda’s hand.“Kindness is rare, so thank you.I appreciate everything.”
Mrs.Brenda looked confused.“I’m very certain Lord Huntley expressed he wanted you at the dinner table.”
