Theo suddenly pulled me down on the soft grey armchair that was behind me.
The man Alaric looked over his shoulder at the painting I was so engrossed in before he growled snapping my attention back to him. "Sorry," I said. He cocked his head to the side his beady red eyes boring into me as his lips pulled back slightly revealing his fangs.
"Alaric," Theo growled when he realised the man was scary me.
"Apologies miss, I find it hard being around your kind when you smell as delightful as you do." I nodded not liking the way he was staring at my neck.