Chapter 3Jameson curled the fingers he still had into fists. “You f*****g bloodsucker. You sabotaged my car!”
Harland’s face was wiped clean of expressions. “I know nothing about cars.”
“There are no spark plugs.”
“Oh, that.” Harland took a step closer, which made Jameson take one back.
“You have no right to keep me here.”
“Maybe not.” The blank face unnerved Jameson. It wasn’t a vampire trick. Harland was all there, but it was as if he was untouchable.
“I’m walking. Tell Frank I want my car back at some point.” How the f**k would he get anywhere without a car? Where was he going? He couldn’t go back to his apartment. Seven and his gang would be searching for him, and Chase knew all places he normally went. Fucker.
It hadn’t been love. Jameson had never been in love with Chase, but
