Soaking himself in the tub for almost an hour, Vincent finally allowed himself to relax, his mind blank and his muscles loosened by the warmth of the water.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, he climbed out and wrapped a robe around his body. He poured himself a glass of red wine and strolled toward the window, gazing out at the vast land stretching below and beyond.
Even though it was already nighttime, Vincent could still see with remarkable clarity. One of the perks of being a pure-blooded vampire.
He watched the outside world for a while, slowly sipping his wine until the last drop was gone. Only then did he change into something more comfortable, preparing himself for bed.
Tomorrow, he would have to return to his household. It had been a while, and he missed his own bed.
