Fang
“So, who are you again?” I studied the woman sitting on the sofa opposite me and frowned. I didn’t like her. I couldn't work out why, but there was something about her perfect face that set my teeth on edge.
Gypsy had disappeared a few minutes earlier to put on some clothes, leaving me alone with the newcomer.
“Melanie.” She smiled a smile that would have some men panting. It was sultry, friendly and told the world she knew she looked good.
Yet I hated her on sight. And the more she opened her mouth, the more the feeling was cemented. I just couldn't put my finger on why. It wasn't just that she had interrupted us, there was something about her that didn’t sit well with me.
Perhaps because she was the complete opposite of my Gypsy.
“I’m…” She froze, her painted lips thinning.
