Harvey
“Describe the woman to me,” I grind my teeth and clench the steering wheel. I am so enraged, that I will gladly kill just to feel better.
“One word, gorgeous,” Aria turns in her seat to face me, but I keep my eyes on the road. “A goddess in a red dress. High cheekbones, perfect nose. Pitch black hair in contrast with her light complexion. And I think she’s European.”
“Why would you think that?” I look at her in wonder.
“She has this air on her like she’s royalty or something,” Aria shrugs like it is the most natural answer and my anger simmers down a bit. She has a way to calm me like no one.
“She sounds a little bit like my belated wife,” I mock her.
“Well, she’s one hot corpse,” Aria chuckles.
“This woman is a vampire and that technically makes her a corpse,” I argue.
“How
