I took longer hauling that second luggage upstairs than I did carrying the first. Then I went downstairs to find her on the couch, reading a book that didn't seem to be in English.
"It's not funny, you know? Making those ridiculous claims."
She didn't take her eyes off the book. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I almost ruin your relationship?"
I blinked up at the ceiling, trying to keep a rein on my emotions.
"Look, I hate it when all of you make it seem like I really had a choice. If your boss hadn't forced himself on me, I'm telling you, you wouldn't even know the color of my damn eyes."
"You sure about that? You make it sound like he's not hot enough."
"Well, he's not. Not to me."
I paused for a breath. "You might be used to this world—blood and all. But I'm not and will never be. Growing up
