I threw on a robe and peeked out the peephole to find a very pissedofflooking vampire pounding on my door. Galen.

Shit. This was about to get ugly.

"I can hear you breathing Anwyn, open up or I'll forget being polite and just rip this fucking door off the hinges." His voice was a combination of a hiss and a growl and sounded so utterly foreign coming from Galen's lips. He was usually so in control, so refined with his British mannerisms. This was kinda scary. ...