I cup my hands around my mouth, too. “Nicholas isn’t available to talk right now, but you can leave him a message!” Being an attack dog is more secretarial than one would think. “But where is he?” she demands to know. “Busy!” Jesus, lady. Take a hint. She props her hands on her hips. “Aren’t you going to let me inside?” I think of vampires again and shiver. “Afraid not!” Nicholas makes a strange keening sound. I glance down at him in alarm and wonder of wonders, he’s laughing.
