Death Knows My Name Excerpt

I heard a knock at the door. Assuming it would be Devon, I was ready to bitch about how shitty my day was.

I flung open the door, surprised to see Eric. “You used the door.”

“It’s called manners. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

“Didn’t know you needed an invitation.”

“I don’t. I’m not a vampire. It’s that manners thing again,” he said curtly, stepping around me.

I stood there with the door open.

“Aren’t you going to close the door?”

When I made no move to, he reached past me and shut it.

“I had hoped I’d never be seeing you again.” I lied.“Besides, I figured you’d be mad at me.”

“I am beyond mad. Try pissed off.”

“Okay, pissed off or not, I really had no choice. I’m—”

“Do you even know what you did today? I asked one thing from you and you wouldn’t do it. You had a choice. There is always a choice and you made it.”

I sighed. “The point is, I’m sorry!”

“I deal in bottom lines. And the bottom line is—”

“The bottom line is I screwed you. Don’t you understand that I cannot just let you kill people in front of me? Don’t you understand how much that hurts? This guy today was a stranger but those people before—Eric, I believed it was my fault because of you. Every guy I slept with—”

“You weren’t supposed to sleep with every guy you met in a bar! That is on you.”

“Fuck you!”

He lifted his brow. “Isn’t that your problem?”

“Woah! Woah, woah, woah. Don’t you come in here and judge me. You don’t have the right. How I deal with my pain is my business. Is that what this is about? The creepy stalker Angel of Death got jealous?”

“Who I call is never my pick. It is your lot in life to keep memories and mine to call souls.”

“I cannot believe you called me a slut?” It was off subject but I was still pissed off about it.

“Did not!”

“Bullshit. You did a damn good job of implying it.”

“You are right.” He rubbed his hand through his hair, and I saw remorse in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”