Nancy still had no idea MIck worked for Cesare. Probably for the best, considering everything.

"Goodness, honestly, not really? I mean, a few clients, a few perks..." She liked box tickets to the opera, or designer shoes. "But I like being home, having normal hours. I don't have to hide anything. I mean. There's less fun? Because it's a proper job with rules, but it's nice to know that I have it, and it ain't anything Sylvia or Samantha can touch." And that was the big issue. Sylvia and Sam weren't exactly happy she'd shacked up with a vampire.

Then again. They could go fuck themselves.

"How's the hotel?"