"I hate them," he snarled, the words dragged out like they tasted bitter on his tongue.
"Whattttttt?" Jacqueline screeched, loud enough for his jaw to lock tight in irritation.
Before she could react, he seized her by the elbow and steered her inside the house. He stepped in after her, shut the door with finality, and turned the lock. The sharp click echoed in the quiet space.
He tossed the keys onto the side table, dropped his bag on the sofa, and shrugged out of his jacket.
Jacqueline stood frozen near the door, her gaze betraying her as his muscles flexed beneath his shirt while he peeled the jacket off.
Don't drool, Jacqueline, she scolded herself fiercely, tearing her eyes away just before he turned.
"I hope you were joking when you said you hate vampires. They don't even exist, Mr. Frosty," she said, glancing around the place.
