I bumped him with an elbow before taking my seat. I glanced from the table and then to where Darren was, and asked, "Is there—"
Darren turned and brought me a cup of steaming hot coffee before the words even exited my mouth. He sat down the cream and sugar before me as well.
"Thank you," I told him, as I filled my cup with both cream and sugar.
"You're welcome." Darren spun back around, returning to his pans on the stove. Rayne and Wynn took the seats on either side of me, and watched as I drank my coffee. It was a bit unnerving, but I was too happy to have caffeine to care.
"Here." Darren sat a plate in front of me without me asking. It was piled up with meat, eggs, and toast. He also placed a large glass of milk in front of me with a pill. "That's vitamin D and iron. You'll want to take one every day for the next few days, and any time you donate blood afterward."
"Donate," Rayne scoffed, his eyes narrowing. "She didn't donate blood."
Wynn tut-tutted. "Not the time, Rayne." Gritting his teeth, Rayne didn't say another word, but sat there brooding while I shoved food into my mouth.
Darren didn't make a plate for himself and I frowned. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I already ate." Darren took the last open seat across from me. "That's for you."
Not needing anymore explanation, I continued to eat. Groaning with every bite, I savored the flavors and couldn't believe how good it tasted. Most mornings, I’d usually forgo breakfast and just stick with coffee, but today... Today, it tasted like Nirvana in my mouth.
"Better watch it, love. I'm getting a bit jealous of fried pork."
I paused mid bite to meet Wynn's gaze, and then a quick glanced over at Rayne who had the same kind of intense expression on his face. I flushed and lowered my fork. Picking up my glass of milk, I drank a healthy portion of it before looking across to Darren. He was a safe place to look. Darren at least didn't look like he wanted to be the one eating me.
"So, how do you know so much about what I would need?" I inquired, and then wished I'd swallowed my own tongue. Shaking my head, I smacked my forehead. "Sorry, I blame the blood loss. Obviously, you know what to do. You've been with them long enough you've probably donated your fair share of blood."
Darren's lips twitched. "Not as much as you would think. However, I have had to pick up after the masters for quite some time." He gave a sly glance over to each vampire. "Help keep their leftovers from collapsing on the cab ride home."
I choked on my bite of food, hitting my chest with my fist before reaching for my glass again. When I got the food down, I croaked, "Leftovers?"
"He makes it sound so unsavory." Wynn grimaced, lounging back in his chair. "It wasn't like that at all."
"Wasn't it though?" Rayne countered with a self-satisfied grin. "Did you even know the names of your...donors?"
"Did you?"
Rayne blanched at Wynn's question and then ducked his head. "Most of them. We didn't exactly exchange pleasantries before the donor service."
"Precisely," Wynn pointed out with a nod, before turning back to me. "Before the modern age caught up with us, we had to find our meals the old-fashioned way. In bars, on the streets, and even on occasion..." He paused for dramatic effect. "Hospitals."
I hummed, not wanting to think too much on where they got their food supplies or if they'd killed anyone before. I was pretty sure I wouldn't like the answer, and right now I needed them to be the handsome masters from home and not the monster under the bed. I already had one of those. One that I hoped to slay soon.