He didn't have much of a chance to think about it because they were at the front door before he knew it, Annabelle leaning down and lifting a small welcome mat, and picking up a key.

Could these people be any less creative? he thought in disgust. At least hide it under a potted plant or something...

It surprised him how much venom he had in his heart for Scott. Yet it wasn't surprising at all if one really thought about it. They had mistreated her. And he was falling for her. Fast.

So he hated them. So what as long as they didn't hate him?

Annabelle unlocked the door...