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.
