Book Eight: Chapter 182

The vampyr let out a sigh of relief. “I always see them as children, even when they have grandkids of their own. I’m their primary mother figure, after all. But you have to realize that they are seen as no more than breeding stock to...the others. Galahad and I have been responsible for identifying particular pairings. Those who are unable to reproduce are rarely allowed to wed, and only kept around if their work benefits the village.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

Charlotte picked up an apple from the table and bit into it, the juices flowing freely down her chin. “I think you know,” she replied.

“Fuck.” He picked up a napkin and held it out to Charlotte. “Yeah, if you could pass word along to your boss that I’m into mature women only, that would be appreciated.” At the very least, it would be way less awkward.

“Does that mean...you’re...interested in his offer?” Charlotte seemed confused.

“No, I’m not interested. I want to go home.” He waved the napkin, which