"What are you doing?" Eric demanded, striding out of his office and startling Ginger.
"King Bill asked me collect all of Pam's medications, the supply Dr. Ludwig gave her the other night is beginning to run out," she stammered.
"I can see that," Eric replied with forced calm, "what are you still doing here?" he asked.
"Oh, someone from the king's entourage is coming to pick me up," she explained, "I was told to wait here." She gave him an odd look, "Is that ok? Because I can wait outside if I'm bothering you…"
Eric waved a dismissive hand, cutting her off, "It's fine," he told her shortly. He glanced at her again, "What are you reading?"
"Persuasion," Ginger replied with a small smile, "it's one of my favourites," she continued, warming up to her theme, "I'm up to Frederick's letter." She sighed, "I love how Jane Austen always gives the men a chance to explain themselves," she looked like she would have said more but she thought the better of it and buried her nose back in her book.
Normally Eric would have been annoyed at her lack of respect in dismissing him, but her words intrigued him.
A letter, why hadn't he thought of a letter?
In a letter he could say his piece without saying something he might regret and without being watched by Bill or one of his flunkies.
"Do not leave without seeing me," Eric ordered, spinning on his heel and marching into his office.
"Whatever you say," Ginger said absently, still engrossed in her book.
Two hours later Pam was relieved to see Ginger arrive with her medicine bag; at least she wouldn't be running out of her injections any time soon.
She gave Ginger a curt nod of thanks and was surprised when, instead of leaving, Ginger came over to her. "I was told to give you this," she murmured, shoving something in her hands.
Pam looked down to find an envelope with her name written on the front in bold calligraphy.
She froze: she would know that handwriting anywhere.
By the time Pam had recovered from her shock, Ginger and the vampire who had escorted her were gone.
Pam absently turned the envelope over in her hands, trying to think about what to do with the letter. Did she really want to know what Eric had written?
She gave the fireplace a speculative glance.