Dead of Night(My Forbidden Vampire)
Abby and I say at the same time.
“I didn’t know you had a sister,” Mrs. Real Estate says, playfully nudging Abby in the shoulder. “What a small world! Well, welcome to the neighborhood! Will we be seeing more of you?”
“Um, probably,” I say, words coming up like vomit. I ramble when I’m nervous, and it gets worse when I’m nervous and trying to desperately act like I’m casually leaving my human boyfriend’s house to go home and watch reruns of Friends, not hunt the demon my familiar came and warned me about.