When the food was finished and the other people at the table were lead away, Aleksi and Alewndra led Zivon and Varya back to Anuva’s study.

Zivon wasn’t quite sure what to think. There hadn’t seemed like a reason for Anuva to take them to her home. Talking with Ahmer had revealed that she was just of the habit of picking people up.

Some of them returned to their lives as though they had never met her. Most of them never left her circles.

Not only that but the strange foods… he had never been one to believe in the supernatural. Life was too busy to look at what-ifs and maybes.

But it seemed he could no longer overlook such things.

Ahmer drank blood and showed no interest in the food.

He called Zivon “fledgeling” rather than use his name.

No, he feared that not looking into the supernatural would be dangerous in the world he found himself in.

Varya hadn’t been surprised by any of the appetites of the people around her, nor had Anuva.

He was the only newcomer to the world.

“Now,” Anuva said, drawing his attention. Her voice was commanding, he had noticed how the others all stopped the second she started.

“I believe there is much for us to talk about.”