When the door was closed, she took a moment to wonder why it was so dark in here. Then she noted all the blackout curtains. “I thought vampires could only go around at night,” she said, trying for a light tone.
“That’s true for the younger ones,” Devin began, and then he gurgled.
Rose stared at the knife handle sticking out of Devin’s throat.
“Chatty wanker,” the vampire behind her said in a mild British accent. “Now, dear, do you have any more questions?”
Rose turned to face him. “You were out in the sunlight. Are you a psychic vampire?”
“Very good, child.” He smiled. “I’m the guard on duty during the day. Now, if you’ll precede me, I’m going to escort you to Master Cameron.”
He said the word “master” with a twist of his lips.
“You don’t want to call him master?”
“You’re awfully observant.” The vampire’s fake good cheer evaporated. Or maybe, Rose reflected, it was true happiness. Maybe he enjoyed killing.