I jump as Victor enters my house the next morning. Again, no notice, no knock – just walking straight in. I narrow my eyes at him. “Sure, Victor, of course you can come in! You’re always welcome here.”
“I know,” he says, walking over to me. I shake my head at him and he gives me a charming smile. I will my face to resist a response. “What,” he says, laughing now. “I’m not a vampire. I don’t need an invitation.”
I roll my eyes and turn back to the dishes. “Everyone knows vampires don’t need invitations, not really.”
The boys come flying down the stairs. “Daddy!” Ian yells, his hands in the air. Alvin follows quickly on his heels, a big smile on his face. “Hi, dad!”
Victor kneels to the ground and wraps them both in big hugs. I’m still mad at him, but – I can’t help it – part of me warms
