-PIPPA-
"Go home, Aaron," my father’s voice rumbled like a thunderous warning, perfectly timed with the flicker of the front porch light.
"Dad!" I yelped, startled. "I was expecting you tomorrow. You came early!"
He barely spared me a glance before locking eyes on Aaron. "Apparently not early enough to stop you from making questionable choices." His whole dark vampire energy coiled around my date, his chocolate eyes narrowed to menacing slits.
"Hello, Petru," Aaron attempted a casual tone, but I could practically hear the fear spilling out of him.
"Since when are we on a first-name basis, greasy boy?" My dad’s massive frame seemed to fill the entire doorway, blocking any possible escape.
"Dad! Aaron was making sure I got home safe after our date."
"Sure." His tongue flicked over his
