Chapter Seventeen
The vampire paused and placed her hands on her hips. “Lilith. What are you doing here?”
“I could ask the same of you,” the other woman scoffed.
Sam cringed. This was exactly what she’d been trying to avoid. Why did everyone keep meeting in her house at the least convenient time and make such a ruckus? Where were the days when she came home after a long shift and found the house empty and quiet. With a little smooth music from the radio and a cold drink in her hand, it was the perfect end to a strenuous day.
Instead of her preferred silence she had two bickering women, a toddler in a towel on her hip, and a hellhound with a taste for shoes. The lack of furniture and cosy knick-knacks meant the house had never been this empty and yet, it wasn’t empty at all.
There was
