Ambrose smirked as he walked down the hall.
The both of them.
The waitress perked up as he entered the lobby. “Ahh, Mr. Smith. Have you thought it over?”
“As a matter of fact, I have.” He marched up to her and kissed her.
Her wings flared out in surprise.
He broke off too soon and gave her his best obnoxious vampire smile. “Not interested, fey. Bye.”
She transformed into Barbara.
She smiled Barbara’s smile and said in Barbara’s voice, “Are you sure, Ambrose? I thought you loved me. I thought you wanted to marry me.” She burst into tears. “Why are you so mean to me? I love you.”
Her crying pierced him. He instinctively reached for her. “Barbara.”
She covered her face with her hands. Her crying escalated into sobs.
“Don’t cry. Don’t…” His claws extended as he recalled where he was and who she was. “Go to hell.”
She uncovered her face and blinked quickly. “What?”
“You heard me, fey. Go. To. Hell.” He left before she could add anything more to the conversation.
An irritated growl rumbled in Ambrose’s throat.
I want to slash something.
I want to break something.
I want to bash holes into something.
His phone rang.
His claws retreated into his fingers.
He answered the call. “Yeah. What?”
“Barbara? Is Barbara there?”
He stopped walking. “Who is this?”
“Is there? Is there? Is she—”
“Who is this?”
“Kevin. I’m scared. Is there? Barbara? Need speak. Need see.” He whimpered. “Need help.” He whimpered again.
The phone clattered loud in his ear.
“Gah! Kevin? Are you still there?”
There was no response.
Just the sound of Kevin whimpering.
Ambrose lowered the phone and contemplated the phone’s keypad.
He ended the call.
He went into Contacts and pressed Barbara’s number.
It went straight to her voice mail.
“Great. Now, what am I supposed to do? I don’t know where the stupid dog lives.”
He might be dangerous. I shouldn’t get her involved.
“And then she’ll ask me why I didn’t get her involved. He is her ex and all that blah blah blah.”
He ran all the way to her house.