Although the main bedroom door remained locked to him, Judas was not a man to accept total defeat. He had wailed and complained outside the door for ten minutes straight.
Eventually, the blockade cracked. The three wives inside decided they needed peace more than they needed to punish him completely.
They opened the door just wide enough to shove Summer through before slamming it shut again.
Why they chose the vampire was a mystery to him. Perhaps because she was the newest addition, or maybe she had drawn the short straw among the women.
Judas did not care about the politics behind the decision. He simply hated sleeping alone. Having a warm body beside him was a necessity for his peace of mind, regardless of which wife it was.
They lay together on the narrow guest mattress in the side room. The space was tight, forcing their bodies to press against one another. Summer did not seem to mind the lack of luxury.
