He'd probably had vampire eyes on me too and knew exactly when I would come back. His reasoning though, no doubt, because I was a Nosferatin in his city and any master worth their salt would have kept tabs on me. His invasion of my privacy I kind of understood. He didn't say anything just opened the front passenger door, I didn't argue this time, I kind of felt defeated, so just slipped in and let him close it. The ride to his apartment was short, it really was just down the road. He parked in the underground car park and carried both our bags in, even Erika didn't argue, but then Erika was in full guard mode, scanning for threats, shoulders rigid, back straight. I was silently glad she hadn't drawn the Svante yet, but I could tell her fingers were itching. Gregor placed a swipe card in a small slot and hit the button for the penthouse. Surprise, surprise, the penthouse. The trip up the 30 odd floors was smooth and quiet. None of us talked.
