I didn't get to ask Sunny and Uncle Frank why what seemed like the entire population of their race was hunkered down in their house above. The beautiful blonde beat me to it.
"They've come looking for help," she said. Almost apologetically. As if they'd made some horrible error.
Uncle Frank didn't seem to agree with her. As his arm slid around her shoulders again, pride beamed from his handsome face when he spoke.
"Moa went into hiding shortly after you left," he said, without a trace of accusation. At least I chose to believe he didn't blame it on me. "The entire vampire race was left without their Empress."
Sunny snorted, a delicate sound. Everything she did, even something as ungraceful as snorting, seemed perfect. Funny how the small things, the odd and quiet things about the people I'd left behind, seemed to jump out at me now. Was I so lost in what I'd been I'd failed to truly see them as they really were?
And yourself, in the bargain, my vampire sent, soft and kind.