Jordy
“Who in the hell—” Parker starts to open the door and I tackle him.
“Get down,” I hiss at the others.
“Jordy? What—”
“Shh.” I cover Parker’s mouth. “You can’t let them hear.”
“Who?”
“Vampires,” I mouth to him and his eyes go round.
“Little fox, little fox, let me come in.” It’s Augustine. He’s come for me.
A blow to the trailer makes us jump. A long tearing sound rips down the trailer, from one end to the other. A pause, and it begins again.
“What’s that?” Declan whispers. “What’s he doing?”
I hold my breath as the ripping and wrenching continues. It sounds like he’s tearing the siding off the trailer. I feel like a sardine in a tin can.
“I’ll tear this trailer apart, bit by bit,” Augustine explains calmly. “Your friends won’t like my remodeling much. Pity. So much work on
