“Pink?” Iseul blanched. But already, he was designing it in his mind. A perfect melding of pink and black. A curtained canopy to provide an extra level of safety to Damian while he slept. Yes, he’ll cope with pastels for the vampire he loves.

“This is your home, too,” he pointed out as he peeled out of his attire once more, draping the garments over the counter.

“Do you wish to shower or just wash up?”