Chapter Fifteen

I was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on my coffee and brooding over my interaction with Kenton, when Godwin returned.  He kissed me on the top of my head before he headed to the coffee maker to freshen his mug of coffee.

“I’m going to need clean linens,” he said with a jovial tone. “Where are they kept?”

“Can’t you just conjure some?” I asked.

“I could, but with it being this close to the full moon and a potential battle, and with you still in need of a bit more tutoring, I’m wanting to conserve my energy.”

“You get tired too?” I said with surprise.

“Under normal circumstances, no,” he explained, “but these aren’t normal circumstances.  We have vampires coming who’d love nothing more than to drain you dry and a battle with the werewolves to boot.  I’ve engaged in a few battles in my years.  They leave me deple