Andrew turned his attention from the barista to the vampire. It only took a moment for him get the full picture.
"You," her tone was dark and sinister, red orbs glaring daggers at the employee. "You poisoned me! How dare you, you little roach!"
He tried to escape to a room behind the counter, but Lady Hart grabbed him before his fingers grazed the doorknob.
Within the blink of an eye she had him in her grasp, no longer standing behind the counter with the other paralysed employees, but situated on their table with her sandals firmly itched into the wood, the barista grabbing and pulling her arm as the pressure amplified around his neck.
Andrew knew that he should've taken several steps back, but he couldn't.
It was his first time seeing a normal vampire get into a frenzy. The only o
