“Seriously?” I scowl. “Is no one interested in sparing my feelings?”
Misery’s and Koen’s “nope” are perfectly in unison. He takes a seat next to me, close enough for our thighs to touch, legs stretched out on the coffee table and calves crossed. The picture of relaxed boredom. “So,” he starts, “what the f**k just happened, and who do I kill?”
I refrain from pointing out the obvious: Bob the Vampyre and You already have.
Lowe sighs. “We are producing a list.”
“Nice.” Koen sounds ready to roll up his sleeves. “I’ll take the first ten names.”
“What happened up at the cabin?” Lowe asks.
“Yeah, Serena,” Misery adds. “How hard did you maul the guy who tried to come for you?”
I freeze, loath to admit how much of a wimp I am.
“He won’t be bothering her anymore,” Koen says flatly. “She made
