Amber wanted to point out that it obviously wasn’t unheard of, but she didn’t say anything. Even dead, Horrie had more power than she did, and to have him mad at her again would be painful. Plus, when he was upset, he tended to interrupt her rest, and she needed that when dealing with her daughter. A tired vampire was a stupid one. Making mistakes would cost her her life if she wasn’t rested and careful all the time.
Vinnie had always been a very independent child. Most of the time, Horrie and she would go away for long periods, only to return and find her just as they’d left her, tending the house and gardens, keeping the bills paid up when there was money to do so, getting herself fed and clothed, and going to classes. It wasn’t until she turned twenty-five, the age of maturity, that either of them took any notice of her. Her power base was greater than either of theirs. And Amber’s mother, Vinnie’s grandmother...well, she was more a part of her life than Amber had ever been. Which, most of the time, suited Amber just fine. Until now.
“Do you suppose she knows about what we have planned?” Horrie told her not to be ridiculous. The child was stupid. “I don’t know about that, Horrie. She did figure out about what you were doing all the time. She knew before the council had come to her to end your life. Then there was Millie.”
“That was and always will be her fault. Had Millie just listened to what I said, then she’d be here with you instead of wandering around lost. She is by far one of...why do you think this child of yours is ignoring you?” Vinnie was always her child when she wasn’t doing what Horrie wanted her to. “Call to her again. Tell her that you demand that she come let you in.”
Millie had never liked her. In fact, Amber was sure that had she had her way, she would have been staked to the ground with Millie’s brother and not walking around like she still was. Amber had seen Millie a couple of times since she’d been killed. A madman had taken it into his head to kill all vampires, and it just so happened he started and finished with Millie. He’d staked her through her heart, but she’d been able to tear his throat out in the process, ending his plans with a swipe of her sharp claws.
When Amber saw the car pulling into the drive she was near, she moved deeper into the woods surrounding the property. Horrie just stood there as if he had no reason to hide when she remembered that he didn’t. The dead, as he was, were invisible to humans. The moving van coming in right behind the large SUV had her worried and made Horrie curse up a storm. This would not bode well for either of them.
“She’s moving him in. Damn it, I didn’t give her permission to let him into our house. Did you? Do you have any idea what that will do to our plans? A necromancer. A fucking necromancer in our house.” Amber said nothing and watched the house. “I’m telling you right now, Amber love, I am not happy with this. You will tell her that you aren’t either. Move him out or kill him, I don’t care which, but I do not want him living in my home while I’m there. If he does, all will be lost.”
There were several things she wanted to ask her mate, most of which centered on why they hadn’t bought the house in the first place. Luther had offered it to them. Said that the house was special. Then a week after they said they’d think on it, they found out that he’d out and sold it to Vinnie. And the child would not allow them to move in with her. She had told them that this was her own home, and she wanted to make it such. That had been more decades ago than she could remember. And she was still not allowing her, her own mother, to move in even now.
Of course, there wasn’t any way for them to have been able to afford the house. Neither of them had saved a single penny since they’d turned into great vampires. When they had money, it filtered through their hands like water. Here now and gone in seconds. Vinnie had it, lots of it. Amber’s mother did as well. And both of them were being selfish with it. Her mother had never been very good about giving her any, but Vinnie had told her she was finished too. What a horrid thing to say to your own mother. To tell her that she was on her own from now on. Whatever was she supposed to do now?