“Was that your door?” he asks, crossing his arms and leaningagainst his (open) doorway.
“Yes,” I hiss, angry at the door, angry at Charlie Chamberlain, and angry at Roxy.
“Do you have your key card?”
I answer his question in the only appropriate way for this situation. With a scowl.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
VIGGO RASSMUSSEN
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
BUD LEROY
Doth? When did Viggy get a lisp? Why does he sound like Shakespeare? Why do you sound like Shakespeare?
JULIANA THE DEMON HUNTRESS
It is Shakespeare
Vampire Falls. Season two, episode eighteen – “My Person”
“Oh dear,” he says, pushing himself away from his doorway and swaggering (swaggering?! At a time like this?) down the hall, spinning his key card between his thumb and forefinger. “Oh dear, oh dear. What a pickle you’re in, Eliza. A pickle indeed.”
“It’s fine. I’ll just wait for Roxy.”
“Here?”
“Yes,” I say, crossing my arms.
“With your cloak trapped in the door?”
“Yes. I actually love this hallway.”
I lean back against the door to demonstrate just how cool I am about the situation. Charlie Chamberlain looks me up and down, a smirky looking smirk on his smirky face. God, he really knows how to boil my piss.
“What are you even doing in economy class, anyway?” I snap. “Didn’t you get upgraded to the presidential suite or something?”
“Yeah, that didn’t work out in the end,” he says, his jaw clenching. He looks over his shoulder then back at me.“Do youwant me to go and find Roxy?”
I swallow. I have no clue what she’s playing at, but she must be on her way back here, surely? Even in this dire situation, I can’t accept help from Charlie Chamberlain.
“No. I’m sure she’ll be back in a minute,” I say, folding my arms.
“What about your other friend?” he asks, his mouth tight.
“What friend?” I ask, frowning at him.
“Never mind. You want to wait in my room?” he says, gesturing over his shoulder.
“I can’t move from this doorway, can I, genius?”
“I’m sorry, is that cloak fused to your skin, genius?”
“Yes.” The side of his mouth twitches, and I look at the ceiling with a sigh. “No.”
“So, take it off and come and wait.”
