The Succubus, who was sat on an old wooden chair with a sketchbook in her lap and a pencil in her hand, cursed at the knock when her drawing subject rolled over in his sleep. Well, damn. There goes another great drawing.
She dropped the sketchbook on the floor and tucked the pencil behind her ear before heaving herself out of the chair and padding towards the large double doors that opened out onto the vestibule.
It didn't take much effort to pull a single door open enough to slip between the two doors and block the line of sight of the vampire on the other side. If there was one thing she was certain she'd only let a few very trusted people see, this was it. Her bedroom was a private place - meant only for herself and her mate.
Alexander Drago. She hadn't much spoken to him, though she did admire his skill on the flute somewhat.
"What is it you want, Alexander?" Her voice was calm and silky, but her brows were drawn together in a small frown that let the younger vampire know that he wasn't in her good books for the moment. He had destroyed her newest sketch.