I threw on a robe and peeked out the peephole to find a very pissedofflooking vampire pounding on my door. Galen.
Shit. This was about to get ugly.
"I can hear you breathing Anwyn, open up or I'll forget being polite and just rip this f*****g door off the hinges." His voice was a combination of a hiss and a growl and sounded so utterly foreign coming from Galen's lips. He was usually so in control, so refined with his British mannerisms. This was kinda scary.
But angry at his rudeness, even though a little afraid, I opened the door for him and tossed all the bravado I had into it. "That wouldn't be a very nice thing to do would it, now?" I snarked.
"Why Anwyn, why the hell did you have to go and f**k the cop? What, was he on your god damn speed dial list, as soon as I left last nig
