February 2007. Meridian, Idaho. Early the following evening.
Rion hadn't discussed the incident of his brother with anyone, not even Voe. Instead he kept to himself as much as he was allowed. He was so full of conflicting emotions. A part of him had wanted to walk away with Fedir, but still he wouldn't have been able to if he'd tried. For many reasons. He knew he had to thank Vanessa, or at least try to talk to her about the whole thing. Since he'd been with the vampires he hadn't really spoken to her, but that hadn't kept him from knowing that it was on her whim alone that he was still alive and well taken care of.
Over the past couple of months he'd gotten used to the various routines of the vampires. He had little else to do besides observe or spend time with Voe. They all more or less kept their distance from him, except for the occasional evil eye from Lysander - which would no doubt increase in its frequency after the night before. He laid in bed watching the clock, imagining the different positions of the sun outside. He pulled himself up off of the bed and pulled his hair back with a black ribbon that Voe had given him. When he was fairly certain that Vanessa would be awake he left his bedroom, which he had gained more and more liberty to do the longer he'd been there. It wasn't like they wouldn't have known where he was with the heightened senses they had.
He walked down the hallway and through a second living room that was more of a study. Vanessa's door was at the opposite end of the room and that was his destination. He hesitated a moment before knocking softly.