"I managed to give him the medicine without much trouble. I guess I needed a little push last night." The thought of shopping and actually buying things that she could argue weren't needed was strange. "Anyway, what's wrong with what I have now? I've worn the same clothes for years and they haven't let me down yet."
"I'm quite surprised he remained in that much control...." Benjamin's voice trailed off as he wheeled her into the elevator before helping her into the van when they reached it. Rafael was in the passenger seat, sunglasses on, an arm lazily shielding his face as he groaned. "Don't mind him. He has a high sensitivity to light."
Strapping her into the back, he climbed inside the driver's side, starting the car. Before they could pull off, the curtains on the top floor where Alaric's bedroom was, shuffled, his face appearing for a split second for a glimpse down below. Then he closed them.
