The moment of silence brought Tanith a small measure of satisfaction, as she figured it had at least been a moment of surprise. She pulled back the covers of her bed and glared at Eztli until the damn cat huffed loudly and moved to the floor. Of course she expected the call to be business, just not her business. But now Treat surprised her. He didn't say the agreed upon code, which meant it hadn't been done yet. That was disappointing, but she ignored that in favor of what else he was saying.
A private party for the supernatural, Tanith thought, wrinkling her nose at the idea. This seemed like the sort of thing Domina would want the staff at. Networking, she called it. Tanith had other names. "Why the hell would you get an invite to something like that?" Tanith had to say as she climbed into bed. "Been making friends with the bleeding hearts of Michigan? Or perhaps rescued more troublesome familiars?" Eztli huffed again, obviously resenting that remark. "Well, I've not heard anything about the party, though I expect I will eventually." And oh, didn't she just sound thrilled. Why, no. No she did not. "I know about the hotel, though. I guess it's not surprising they're playing kiss-ass with the locals. Imagine the Hilton opening a supernatural hotel, with a Starbucks in the lobby serving blood-lattes. They'll have donors on staff. Room service, I should say." Oh, Domina had bitched up a storm on that one. It was competition. Strictly speaking the donors weren't legally allowed to do anything other than willingly give up some blood, but who actually thought that was going to work?