Jordan raises her eyebrows and looks back and forth. It seems like nobody's watching or listening, but you can never be sure in company like this. "That's a bold statement. I didn't really expect you to say it out loud."
"It's what the others are thinking. Just because she's my sire doesn't make me blind. She's been acting unusual, no one in this room knows that better than me. I work for her almost every night."
"Just be careful who you say that to, Agad the Imperishable," Jordan cautions. "I don't want you to disappear too."
"Ms. Tremblay, Mr. Agad the Imperishable," a sharp female voice to your right draws your attention.
"Ms. Maier!" Jordan exclaims, startled. "I'm sorry; I didn't see you!"
"It's quite alright," Vivian says, adjusting her shawl uncomfortably. "I don't make a habit of this kind of thing, but I wanted to thank both of you for coming to my aid tonight. I'm unaccustomed to finding myself at anyone's mercy, and God knows what any of these cretins would have done if they'd been the ones to find me so indisposed. It's important to me that you know you have my gratitude."
"It was—" Jordan stutters, "it was no problem. I mean I'm glad to have been of help."