V leaned in toward the man at the front desk. “How much for a few rooms tonight, friend?”
Their friend, however, seemed more concerned with continuing to read a book he’d grabbed from the desk’s edge than attending to his potential customers. “Don’t rent out to vampires,” he said with a grunt, tearing the page out he just finished reading. Judging from the haphazard pile of pages Sylvia now noticed littering the top of the desk, he was at least past the first chapter.
“It looks like your novel there is getting a double life as decoration,” joked V, eying the desk’s unique covering.
“Didn’t like how it started.” The man added another torn page to the collection.
V watched the page fall down. “You’re a fast reader.”
The man became motionless aside from his eyes, which raised up only to glare at him. Small talk was clearly not the way to win this fellow over.
“Four rooms.” V held his fingers up, wiggling the digits. “Three for myself and the other two law-abiding gentlemen and one for the young lady.”
“I don’t rent rooms to vampires!” the man bellowed back.
“Two of us aren’t.” V pointed back and forth between Sylvia and Bastiick. She felt as though she were suddenly part of a two for one deal at an auction.
The man’s attention to her paled in comparison to the inspection he gave Bastiick. Finally setting the book down, he leaned in closer to peer at him, causing the desk to groan in agony. His head made a slow revolve to the WANTED poster tacked to the wall adjacent to the desk. “You’re all law-abiding citizens, eh?”
Deigen let out a long sigh and elbowed the toe-headed member of the group. “Some of us more than others perhaps.”
Sylvia stared at Bastiick. “You’re a wanted criminal?”
“Well, he’s not a vampire,” said V. He turned back to the over-sized front desk attendant. “And the rest of us aren’t criminals.”