When Mark walked into the meeting room, the first thing he saw was his wives eating around a new table.
They had replaced the one Ely had destroyed with a bigger one, and on it sat a considerable amount of food.
Aria was serving Alice a portion of stew, while Ely was shoving an enormous piece of meat into her mouth.
And Rose, though she had barely touched her plate, held a glass of wine between her fingers and took small sips every now and then.
Mark stayed by the doorway for a moment, watching them, and as always when he saw them like this, he couldn't help finding the scene a little curious.
None of them needed to eat, and yet they still sat down at the table, tried new dishes, and enjoyed food like any normal person.
They didn't get tired or need sleep either, but that never stopped them from taking a nap or lying down for a while whenever they had the chance.
Rose was the only exception, and not even entirely, because what she needed wasn't food, but blood.
