Ignoring her, I took a turn, headed straight for her closet. Prying the door open, I glanced inward, humming with amusement at the assortment of underwear poking this way and that, each pair pinker than the last.
Guinevere grabbed the closet door and slammed it shut, missing my fingers by a hair's breath. Somehow I knew she wouldn't have cared if she jammed my fingers in. "What the hell do you want?!" she snarled, a line of gold ringing her cornea.
I cocked my head. "I'm not sure. I keep getting pulled towards you." I lick my fang out of habit. "Why Ceaser?"
She blinked, clearly affronted as she turned a bright shade of red. "Excuse me?"
