Chapter 97
- Emma’s POV
- Anger wasn’t the right word—it didn’t even scratch the surface of what I felt. Fury, betrayal, disgust—yeah, that was closer. How could Tabitha do this to us? How could she bring a vampire, and not just any vampire, but a mad one, right to our doorstep?
- I glanced at Andrea. She was still standing there, stark naked, like a deer in headlights. “Go put some clothes on,” I snapped. “We’re leaving.”