The morning began with the sort of silence that should've warned the universe something was horribly wrong... because Ethan and the other males of the Kael'Dri Estate were awake, dressed, energized... and quiet.
Trevor leaned back with the smug calm of a vampire who very clearly had a plan, and the equally smug confidence that no one else was prepared for it. He wore a black quarter-zip jumper over a grey inner shirt, brown trousers, and black sneakers with thick, springy soles that hinted at far too much mobility for someone claiming today would be "relaxed." His hair had finally returned to its original white and was cut shorter now, brushing his shoulders, neat enough to look responsible, loose enough to lie convincingly about it.
