37. What Best Friends Are For

Xenia

“Who are you?”

“Excuse me? Uh, no. You’re in my best friend’s apartment and I’ve never seen you before so who the fuck are you?”

I sit on my bed listening to the conversation between Hendrix and Brittania. Usually, I would intervene because she can have a real mouth on her, but even though they’re vampires, I know they won’t hurt her. Unfortunately for them, they’re guilty by association. Demetrius has pissed me off, but he’s not around. They’re his friends, so they’ll get whatever she gives to them. And since I’ve told her I was upset, I’m sure she’ll be on a rampage.

A grin crosses my lips at the thought. She’s like my own personal pretty little attack dog. Sorry, boys.

“Xenia isn’t accepting visitors right now. You’ll have to come back.”

“Oh, that’s a good one.” She laughs maniacally, and I have to cover my mouth to hold back my own. “You think you can stop me from coming in? I don’t know who you are, but don’t piss me off. Xee, who are these assholes?” She yells loud enough