A Date with the Future

Ashgrove Hall had a way of feeling emptier every time Damon came home to it, which struck him as an impressive feat for a building with sixty rooms and a staff of forty.He rode back from the Hollow Bridge alone, the way he'd come, and let the horse pick its own pace through the dark. Vampires didn't need horses, not really; he could have run the distance faster on foot and arrived without breaking the composure he'd spent three hundred years learning to keep. But there was something steadying about the ride, about the ordinary rhythm of hooves on packed earth, that he wasn't ready to give up yet.Selene was waiting on the front steps when he arrived, which meant someone had already ridden ahead with the news. Selene always knew before he did. It was, depending on the day, either the most useful or the most irritating thing about her."You're not dead," she observed, taking the horse's reins from him without being asked. "So either the meeting went well, or the wolves have terrible ai