MARSHALL'S POV
"Just let me explain Debra for Christ's sake!"
I asked pleadingly and Debra nodded.
"Yeah, well, go on Freya. Explain then, go on. I'd like to see you try and explain........this...."
She said, gesturing with her head to the text on the computer screen as she folded her arms across her chest.
"I understand what you must think of me right now and I don't blame you even for a second. But Debra, Marshall isn't who you think he is. What everyone believes he is. He isn't like all the other vampires out there. He's different. Believe me Debra I've seen it."
I tried to reason only for Debra to let out a short unamused laugh, causing a frown to appear on my face as I watched her.
"Different? Are you being serious right now? Different how Freya? Because he texts you goodnight
