Five:
“How could you let me walk into Alexia’s home and not know about this Emalia?!”
Olaf looked at me with saucer-wide eyes. He was walking back to our penthouse flat. I irrationally approached him in a confrontation on the street. Several lookers turned to see what the commotion was. Even in dusk, the crowd on Royal was unrelenting.
“So, you went to court. I guess the Twitter gossip was right for a change.”
Olaf said, and he held out his phone.
“I don’t know how to express how appalled I am at modern vampyrs. Bullocks, they actually have a hashtag coffin queen!”
I fumed at him and stared at his screen. Olaf looked away and covered his mouth.
“These mouthy little tarts! Why, I’ll bludgeon them! I’ll hide them something fierce!”
I fumed, and he snorted and said, “Mavis, you can
