And while she was adding to her icky list, she should also note that vampires were in a constant state of irritability. So. Annoying. She’d yet to meet a male vampire who didn’t trigger an urge in her to kick him in the man taters. Exception being Kinich, of course. Poor guy. He lived for sunshine. And now he was anti-sunshine.
Mr. Cloud?
“Kinich, I know things are rough, but Penelope needs you. She calls every day, crying and asking to come see you—”