I watched him disappear into his apartment, but instead of heading over to the other roof, I stayed frozen in place, staring at the empty hallway.
The first notes hadn’t been that bad. But now… he wasn’t just a bit unsettled. He was scared to death. I’d heard it in his voice when he’d asked to come over. I’d scared him into not wanting to behome.
And I needed to make it right.
But first… I needed to send him my address. And then I needed to run the fuck home as fast as possible because I was pretty sure our house was not convincingly suited to be inhabited by humans. And then… shit. Then I needed to figure out what to do.
Because I didn’t want to have to see Finn afraid like that again—ever.
“This is a nightmare,” I mumbled, taking in our kitchen. It was pristine. Straight out of some kind of lifestyle magazine. Perfect. And completely and utterly empty.
Oh, we had all the right appliances. We even had a fucking air fryer on our counter, a blender right next to it, hell, even oneof those fancy-shmancy ice-cream makers. And none of them looked like they’d ever been used.
Which, granted, they hadn’t.
I opened the first cabinet, then another one, and another one.
Cringing, I looked around the kitchen.
At least we had cutlery. And pots and pans—yeah, sure, the labels were still attached, but we had them. However, what we didn’t have was food. Like at all.
No cereal, no pasta, no flour, no sugar, no spices, no anything.
We did have a fruit basket on the counter, but it was as blissfully empty as the cupboards that we were supposed to store our non-perishables in.
“What’s going on?” Bennie asked. He was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed in front of him. “You’ve been projecting so much anxiety through our bond, I was about to go out and search for you.”
I grimaced, running a hand through my hair.
“I fucked up.”
Bennie snorted. “Tell me something new.”
Glaring at him, I shut one of the drawers with way too much force. The cutlery clattered loudly in the otherwise quiet room.
“I fucked up again. Like so bad. And now Finn is on his way over, and there’s no fucking way I can convince him that this is our normal kitchen, the one we use regularly to cook. There’s nothing here.”
I ripped open the door of our fridge, just narrowly managing not to rip it off its hinges, then cringed.
Great.
We didn’t have any food in our fridge. However, we did have bagged blood.
“Oh yeah, so we don’t have food for you, but we have food for us. Blood. Did I forget to mention that I’m a vampire?”
“Yeah, you might want to keep him away from the fridge,” Bennie said with a snort.
I whirled around, a snarl escaping my throat before I could stop it.
Did he need to turn everything into a joke?
This was a fucking disaster.
A complete and utter disaster.
And he was standing there laughing.
I felt my claws popping, the sharp pointers digging into the skin of my palms.
