It was a reaction she thought foreign to the man.
However, she made no further attempt to tease him. She was in no mood for such things, and she wasn’t about to entertain an intruder with more talk—especially not the vampire who had called her a w***e some hours ago.
“The fact that the window was unlocked did not give you the right to just waltz in uninvited—” Camelia paused, her gaze drifting to the window again, her eyes narrowing.
No vampire could enter a home uninvited—yet there Ian was, standing in her bedroom. Her gaze fell on him, suspicion now filling her eyes.
“You shouldn’t have been able to come in,” she said.
Vampires didn’t just walk into houses uninvited. Her knowledge on vampires was low, but she was certain of this fact.
“You didn’t sense me when I walked in,” Ian com
