Chapter 11: Anger
“Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony" —The Brothers Grimm.
“Hey, you gave me a nickname,” I blur out the first thing that comes to mind.
“That’s what you take from this? You can’t be serious, right?” His fangs gleam from his pulled lips. The muscles on his neck and jaws tighten as his anger intensifies.
I know that I should be scared, but I’m not. Instead, I might be feeling enamoured. How can I not? It’s a first time that someone I don’t know is reacting this strongly toward me.
Aside from Mum and occasionally Dad, no one has ever been angry at me before. Hostile, maybe. But not like this. Not with this pure, raw energy.
Besides, my Dad’s just right down the hallway. This place is surrounded by the vampires of our coven. There’s no way Th
