So apparently the rule that vampires could only come in your house with an invite was total bullshit? Or did they find a way around that rule like I had jokingly predicted to myself?
“Grace, upstairs, now! Use the barrier spell!” Aunt Florence ordered hastily; already jumping into action faster than we could catch with our human eyes. “Ophelia, make yourself useful!” She shouted from somewhere in the room.
A direct order would’ve been real sweet.
I made an effort to move, but the next person who came through the door as the vampires began attacking Aunt Florence made me freeze in my spot. The bastard. The f*****g bastard.
He wasn’t dressed in black like the rest of them, but had on a simple white shirt with blood stains and black slacks. His looks had always been quite ethereal —almost
