Page 59 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

"I'm going to need way more time than that. At least a few hours."

"Twenty minutes," he repeated, stepping back. "Thanks again for the blood. The house should be stocked and ready. I'll be busy finding my rhythm with work again over the next few days, but I synched your phone with my schedule so you can add anything you need to."

He took another step back. "If you need anything, just let me know. Your phone is linked to my credit cards, so you should be able to order whatever you want. I left a few cards in the kitchen for you, too. There's a wallet. It's orange. Like the phone."

"I'm not spending your money, Dante."

"Our money."

"We're not a fucking couple," I said bluntly.

"We are a fucking couple. Good luck with your prison map." He gestured to the place my taped papers had been set up on the floor, behind the pottery wheel and desks.

It had been placed exactly the way I left it in my house, sharpie and old pencil included.

Dante headed down the stairs, leaving me alone.

In my new studio, with a balcony.

Hell, in my new estate.

There was significantly more space in the loft than I had in my old house, and I wasn't mad about that. Definitely couldn't complain.

The rest of the building was another matter. One I wasn't ready to deal with.

So, I sat back down in front of my map, and went back to work.

Food arrived for me that evening. Takeout, from a place I'd never heard of. I was somewhat confident that the mansion was on the far end of the Vampire Quarter, given the scenery. The branding on the takeout food bag was vampire themed, so it seemed safe to assume it was from a restaurant nearby.

If Dante really owned the demons' half of the city, he probably owned that restaurant.

I ate the food, obviously. It was a pasta dish, and so delicious that I legitimately scraped the leftover sauce out with my fork and licked it clean.

He wasn't kidding about eating like a king.

His text had come through shortly after I finished.

Dante

Did you get the food?

I sent him a picture of the empty bowl.

Dante

Better than noodle cups?

Me

I cannot insult cup noodles by answering that

Dante

Good

Not as good as you, but good

Me