Something clipped off the top of his head. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it did sting. He raised his eyes, he glared. Gavin’s gaze bored right back at him: a furious, flashing, expression set as if in stone. Left, then right, Gavin shook his head in sharp, barely perceptible jerks.
“Get out of my head,” Matthew mumbled.
There were two vampires in the room with them. Not Arius or Dali, but the other two who, in Matthew’s recollection, he didn’t have names for yet. They paid neither Gavin nor Matthew any mind but for quick, uninterested glances now and again, and they didn’t seem to hear—or perhaps just didn’t care—when Matthew spoke.
Once again, Gavin shook his head. Once again, an unspoken ‘no.’ He didn’t stop staring. Perhaps a ‘watch me’?
The smallest smile twitched Gavin’s lips
