Mark shook his head, and the guys behind him couldn’t suppress their stupid grins like they were a bunch of college kids and not full-grown vampires.

"That is a very angry looking Lady.” Raymond, one of Samson's friends pointed at the furious woman next to Samson. “Although I don't know why that is so since the both of you were just making out a few seconds ago. I think she's about to kill you from the look in her eyes. I’d start groveling right now if I were you.”

Good advice. Samson thought and he winced inwardly.

“Happy Birthday,” Mark, said. If he was trying to diffuse the situation, he’d...