Chapter 36 - Jealousy and outrage

"I'm coming with you," Ithuriel insists the next morning, gnawing on a hunk of bread that we had kept stored in the cupboards, since both of us had yet to find reason to trust what the vampire kitchens had to offer us. I roll my eyes, crossing my legs at the ankles, thoroughly regretting telling him about the masquerade in the first place. He holds up a long finger as he chews, forcing me into silent apprehension as I watch his jaw work furiously from the armchair- which has since become my go to place in our series of rooms. His throat bobs as he swallows. Bored, and only half listening, I circle the wine in my glass, watching the red liquid stir up the sides of the glass.