The Montrose servants bustled about, settling each guest into their chambers. Malin had been offered his own room, but Lord Rhaegal refused.
"He stays with me," Rhaegal said, his tone leaving no room for debate.
Malin found himself in the same room as the vampire lord.
Malin stood by the window, his eyes drifting over the snow that covered the ground like a thick, endless blanket. The white stretched far into the horizon, untouched and silent.
"I have never seen so much snow before," he murmured, his tone carrying more thought than conversation.
Rhaegal glanced at him briefly, then turned his attention back to the task at hand. He didn't reply.
