“You don’t really think that, do you?” she shot him a worried look. “I know he’s a little odd, but–”
“Odd is not the word I’d use.”
“It’s a long way from odd to homicidal.”
“Not for him.”
A stubborn silence followed before he finally shrugged. “So maybe he’s right, maybe there’s something out there, but I don’t buy it.”
“Well that’s logical, ‘I don’t like him therefore he’s the killer.’” She twirled a finger in annoyance, “Engarde Mr. Holmes.”
“Bite me Watson.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
Jake chalked it up as yet another reason werewolves and vampires were never going to get along. Given the chance, the undead would always be a smartass.
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