Before I could shove it open angrily, the vampire stepped forward, opening it for me. He faced the interior of my apartment. “Ms. Rominskitoff for you, Your Majesty.” I pushed past him. “Yes, by all means, announce my presence in my apartment to the vampire who broke in,” I snapped, glaring at the emotionless face. “Who else would it be? Britney Spears here for an impromptu concert?”
