Being saved from death by an inscrutable feline and deposited in a magically sealed safehouse was all well and good; but it didn’t explain how Evan had managed to procure a plastic apron with painted-on bosoms and a slogan about the kissability of cooks. The idea that a house provisioned by vampires – and worse, by her parents – contained such an item was alarming. Solace realised her mouth was open, and closed it. ‘Breakfast?’ Evan asked, by way of greeting. He waved a plastic spatula towards a nearby frypan and frowned. ‘Well, it’s brunch, technically. It just looks like breakfast. We’re in the realm of noon.’ ‘Yes,’ said Solace, muzzily. She’d just woken up, and was only about seventy percent of the way towards full consciousness. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she glanced around. Besides Evan, the kitchen was staffed by Manx and Harper. Apart from Evan’s ludicrous apron, all three boys were clothed only in boxer shorts. Noticing this, Solace blushed and tightened her bathrobe – she’d left her clothes downstairs the night before, and had been forced to improvise.
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