She raised an eyebrow in the darkness, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen. She couldn't see in the dark as well as some Kindred, but she saw enough. Something was broken.

Again.

"It's not up to you," she told him, walking over and placing herself directly in front of him, so that he couldn't make any sort of easy escape. "In case you hadn't noticed it by now, I decide who I wish to associate with."

Lightly, she touched her fingers to his temple. "What's going on, darling?"