He looked as though he had never seen the light of day which was most likely true for a vampire. His hair was always greasy, a trait that was nearly unheard of for their kind.
That explained why the few people there were spread throughout. They went to the bar as needed for a refill or to make an order. Otherwise they avoided mingling with Cecil… especially as the word spreads of his true role around the hotel.
Evelyn had a differing opinion on the situation. The man may have looked like a dime store undertaker, but he also knew what was going on.
“Bonsoir,” Evelyn said as she sat at a stool near the man.
“Good evening,” Cecil said.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.


