Jorick strode across the room, his face a thundercloud waiting to unleash its fury. His angry eyes landed on Verchiel and flashed. He'd found his target.
"Well, hello." The redheaded vampire got no further.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Well," Verchiel mocked as he stood and met Jorick's eyes. "It looks like I'm guarding your little human, like I was told to. Would you rather we stayed holed up alone in your bedroom?" He packed too much meaning into the last word. "I didn't think you'd appreciate that, but if you prefer -"
Jorick punched him.
Katelina stifled a cry as Verchiel fell back on the couch. Jorick snarled and swung again. His fist connected with the couch; Verchiel was already standing behind it, his hand to his bleeding nose.
"I suppose I deserved that?" he asked thro
