Anyone would be irritated.
Especially when the asshole kept looking at me instead of paying attention to the woman he was supposed to be dancing with.
Not that I cared who he danced with.
Obviously.
He was exhausting, that was all, and I was beginning to think the only cure was another drink.
Then his expression changed.
The shift was so sudden that I straightened before I even understood why. His jaw locked, his shoulders went rigid, and I could have sworn I saw his fangs drop.
Nope.
This was not going to end well.
Agatha noticed too.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know.”
Frederic had gone unnaturally still, the kind of stillness that looked less like control and more like someone using every ounce of it not to wolf out in the middle of a human bar.
The vampire said something else
