Chapter 39

I'd have to see if those rings were mentioned in my grimoire later. If they were in there, they'd likely be on the page after The Ring of Everlasting Night. "So, you drink blood? And apparently cobbler too? I mean you eat cobbler too?"

"There's this synthetic kind of blood that tastes just like strawberries. Gran and I sometimes drizzle it on top of cobbler, because even death can't stop us from eating that."

My eyes widened. "Yeah, I guess this does mean you're dead." A part of me wanted to reach out and feel his heartbeat, or lack of one rather, but I stopped myself. "He Who Only Comes Out At Night."

A frown twitched his mouth. "Sorry?"

"That's what Boxy and I called you. Still do sometimes, but it's like I knew this already because you only came out at night. I mean you used to come out at night."

He nodded. "Then we got the rings." He stepped closer with the foot not pinned down by my snoring familiar. "Does this...change anything? Between us, I mean."