“Are you going to add more protection around your house?”
Quentin nodded.Even though the wards indicated the vampire hadn’t meant him any harm, he didn’t want that strange vampire on his property again.“Yes, magical wards to keep everyone not keyed in from setting foot on the property, and cameras to see who tries.Hopefully, one won’t short out the other.”
“I can add a few fae runes to stabilize things.We’ve been combining magic and electric components for years.”
“I’d love to see your notes.”There was nothing he liked more than picking things apart to see how they worked.
“I wasn’t the one who made them compatible, but I’ll see if someone has books about the process.I’ll check the bookstore.”
“You have bookstores.”He didn’t know why this struck him as odd.They had an entire population in the fae realm.Statistically, more than one was a reader.
“Of course.”Lars didn’t say anything more, but Quentin could see the amusement in his eyes.
“All right, I get it.That was a stupid question.”
Lars smiled.“Not stupid.A bit naive though.”
“Thanks,” Quentin’s dry tone sent Lars laughing.
After his laughter finally faded, his face took on a serious mien.“What do you want to do about Glenn’s sire?Even if your bounty hunter captures him, the best you can hope for is a fine through the vampire court for turning and then abandoning a childe.”
“I know, but there might be others that he’s carelessly turned, and some he killed outright.There was no sign that he meant to transform Glenn.He attacked Glenn and left him with no aftercare, no ‘welcome to vampirehood’ badge, nothing.The doctor told me it was pure luck that Glenn survived the bite.He needs to be brought to heel over his actions, whether Glenn survived or not.”
Quentin firmly believed Glenn’s sire was dangerous, and if no one did anything about him, it would only get worse.
“How can I help?”
He opened his mouth to say there was nothing he needed when his phone rang.One of these days, he was going to get rid of the device, as soon as Grevin’s bloody body didn’t flash into his head anytime he thought to put it on silent mode.
“Hello?”
“Grevin is missing.”
It took him more time than it should’ve to recognize the panicky voice.“Mother?”
“I went to Grevin’s room, and he’s missing.”
“Did you try calling him?”
“I don’t have his number.”
“I’m going to hang up and call.Talk to you soon.”
He disconnected and pressed Grevin’s contact number.It rang… and rang again.Right before voicemail would kick in, Grevin answered.
“What’s up?”
“You left your room.”
“It doesn’t have a bathroom.I didn’t know I needed permission to empty my bladder.”
A slightly hysterical laugh burst from him.“Sorry, my mother went to see you, and you were missing.You probably shouldn’t be up with your injuries.”
“Trust me when I tell you I’d rather re-open the wound than piss in a bedpan.”
“Gotcha.I’m sure Mother will be happy to have that conversation in person.”
“Ah, there she is.No need to panic, Ms.Heart.”
