Stan took the new phone from his pocket and held it out.
"What's up with your sudden interest in phones…?"
The question came out mildly curious, almost amused. He meant it that way. A vampire asking for a slab of glass still sat strangely in his mind, even after the shop, the SIM, the drive.
Camilla accepted the device. Her fingers were pale and sure. She turned it once, studying the dark screen, the slim edges, the ordinary weight of it in her palm. Red eyes moved over it with the same attention she might have given a talisman or a blade.
"I saw many interesting stuffs with my divine sense and got curious." Her voice was calm, low, unhurried. "Thank you for getting it for me…"
