Emma’s POV
Anger wasn’t the right word—it didn’t even scratch the surface of what I felt. Fury, betrayal, disgust—yeah, that was closer. How could Tabitha do this to us? How could she bring a vampire, and not just any vampire, but a mad one, right to our doorstep?
I glanced at Andrea. She was still standing there, stark naked, like a deer in headlights. “Go put some clothes on,” I snapped. “We’re leaving.”
Andrea hesitated, her eyes bouncing between me and Tabitha, like she didn’t know who to trust. That hesitation? It pissed me off even more.
“Now,” I barked, sharper this time. Andrea flinched, then quickly ran inside to throw something on.
Tabitha took a step toward me, her voice calm, like she wasn’t the reason everything had gone to hell. “Emma, you need to listen to me. This is b
