Chapter 41: Rogue Witch

Sabrina winced and then frowned at the blood dripping on her floors. "You could've just promised. You really didn't need to drip blood all over my yellow wood floor. Those were put in by my great grandfather, with money he earned working at building roads. Show some respect."

The werewolves sniggered. "Yeah, show some respect or we take you out behind the barn and teach you some," one of them said.

Simon bowed to Sabrina and wrapped a cloth around his hand, but she noticed he didn't wipe up the blood. These people had better start respecting her house. He ignored the werewolves as if they were beneath his notice.

"You know, all things considered, I think I fear that man more than any of the supernatural creatures running around," she whispered to Christopher.

He winked at her. "Do you need to pack before we catch the jet?"

Mark frowned at him and Christopher shrugged. "What? I agree with Sabrina. If vampire hunters appear, you get out of town."