Chiyu giggled as Julian fussed over the height difference. As if Cian could help being big anymore than she could help being small? She bet he dealt with so much crap because everything was the wrong size. While being small could be a pain, at least she didn't have to worry about if she'd fit through a doorway.
The thought of any of them in heels was equally funny. Apparently crazy people had crazy fun senses of humor. Chiyu liked it. "I have some plats, but they'd never fit you," she offered.
Chiyu might have been naive, but she'd gotten pretty used to vampire perversion. Very few bloodsuckers didn't want to feed and fuck at the same time. At least the ones who patronized the blood dolls at the clubs she went to. It just made being fed on even better. But if Julian wasn't into girls, he wasn't into girls. That settled that matter pretty easily.
She turned her attention back to Connie when he touch her arm. "I haven't talked to my family in like three years," she told him honestly. "Can we make them think I died? I mean, I don't expect them to care, but I can totally live with them thinking I ODed in a gutter somewhere so they don't get any ideas about trying to 'reform' me again."