133 Night in the council

Between a stranger who was a werewolf and a pureblooded vampire Vincent, who had saved her from the dungeon, there wasn't much question on whom out of the two, Eve was comfortable. And whom she knew wouldn't kill her. At the same time, her employer was a man. She closed her eyes and told herself that it was going to be okay. 

Society frowned upon an unmarried man and woman spending time alone while not being chaperoned. If it weren't for her current situation, she would have refused, but she wasn't in the position to refuse help. Even she knew she had to appreciate the help she was receiving. 

She heard Vincent say to her, "You will need to adjust with the cold water. This place doesn't have the facility for hot water, except in the laboratory."

"I am surprised that the council offices have bathtubs in them…" Eve replied softly and heard Vincent chuckle at her words. 

"Not every person's office. Just mine and a few higher ups with some privilege."