Stan let his mind, finally, drift toward the small ordinary business of being home.
The messages waiting on his phone. The voicemails he had not returned. The missed calls he could already guess the origin of. The classes he had missed which he was due Zack had covered up for him...
The people who would want to know where he had been. The small, ordinary, unglamorous logistics of resuming a life that he had left behind several days ago on very short notice.
And, underneath all of that, the larger and less ordinary logistics of having brought home a Royal Blood vampire and now needing to figure out what, exactly, to do with her in a modern coastal city that had strong opinions about visas.
He glanced sideways at Camilla again.
She caught the glance and raised one dark eyebrow.
"Something on your mind, human?"
"Just wondering what kind of trouble I've walked back into."
"Ah."
"And what kind of trouble I've brought back with me."
