Ew, she's getting all misty on him. He doesn't like it when women get misty. Joscelin awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other. "If you want music, you can pay for it. I'll show you how." Maybe this is a way to keep her under his thumb: giving her a Spotify account of her very own.

The next evening he's at her door right as the sun goes down, as soon as its safe for vampires without Daylight rings to be outside. There's a rusty glow on the western horizon, but not enough to endanger his new underling. The days are getting shorter, yes, but not short enough for them to dawdle around before the shops close.

"We need to move. I hope you're ready."