7
I'm woken by an abrupt banging on my bedroom door, and groan loudly. I've got a splitting headache, whether from the burns, the blood, or too much sleep, I'm not sure.
"Will you hurry up in there?" a familiar voice demands. "I don't have all day to be babysitting a newbie vampire."
"And I don't have time to babysit an asshole," I mutter in the direction of the door, not intending for him to hear me. Then again, he may have done with his vamp super hearing and all that. I'm sure I'm safe though. Dimitri pretty much seems to be the one in charge, and he’s made it clear I'm okay. Ergo, even Bram can't do anything to me. Even if he does hate me.
I pull on the clothes that have helpfully been left at the end of my bed. My money, if I had any, would be on Remus for making sure they're ther
