It had been months since their argument and Monty still wasn't over it. It had him feeling cranky. The lack of regular sex only added to his crankiness since he was surprisingly loyal when it came to that. He hadn't touched another since becoming involved with Ishmael. He cursed his own nature. If he was less loyal when it came to that department, maybe he wouldn't feel so damn lonely.

Work was work though and Monty was a professional criminal, thank you very much. He could stand being in Ishmaels presence if it had to do with work.

He mostly kept his eyes on the house, wondering if he could ever live in so grand a place rather than the abandoned large London house they had claimed for their own. He liked the view, it was something he deserved to have.

He had sullenly longingly watched Ishmael prowl the length of the house before looking away when the vampire turned back. "Why wouldn't it be? Everything looks quiet."