“I’d have hoped they’d have found something better to worry about over the past hundred and fifty years,” I muttered. Frederick raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” “Like…oh, Hades, I don’t know.” I shook my head and ran a distracted hand through my hair. “Climate change, maybe.” Frederick shot me a skeptical look. “No, really,” I continued. “Climate change is definitely more important to vampire life in the twenty-first century than a party faux pas from over one hundred years ago that might have resulted in slight calamity.”
