Ghost in the Attic Quotes

“You’re cooking?”
The vampire turned from the stove, a wooden spoon in one hand and a knowing smirk on his lips. “What gave it away? The heavenly aroma or the rare sight of me standing near a burner?”
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you cook. I’m flattered,” Addison said, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. “What’s going on?”
Kenji stirred the pot casually, tasting the broth. “Don’t be. It’s not for you, this time. Although I could save you a serving for your trouble.” Smiling, he turned to stir into the pot. “Our neighbor is sick. I’m making her chicken soup.”
Addison blinked. “Should I be worried?”
Kenji raised an eyebrow. “What, jealous? I sometimes cook for you, too.”
Addison snorted. “And I appreciate it every time. I’m not jealous, but it feels suspicious. Why her?”
Kenji shrugged, returning his attention to the pot. “She’s brave. I like bravery. It’s a rare and appealing trait. And she has a good heart. I’m simply being a good neighbor.”
Addison’s smirk deepened, his tone teasing. “Sure. Nothing to do with her being pretty, then?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Kenji said honestly. “I’ve never seen her. But brave? That’s far more appealing to me than looks.”
― Anca Antoci, Ghost in the Attic: A Vampire Thriller

“Bonsoir, mon cher,” she said. “I’ve missed you.” Her French accent wrapped around the words like silk. Evelyn’s eyes trailed down his chest, lingering for a beat before she met his gaze, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
A faint smirk touched Kenji’s lips as he plucked a crisp white shirt from the wood hanger. “You’re early.”
She shrugged one shoulder, the movement languid. “Addison always says you’re a man who appreciates efficiency.” She rose to her feet and approached him, stopping just a step too close, her voice dropping to a purr. “How efficient are we being tonight?”
― Anca Antoci, Ghost in the Attic: A Vampire Thriller

“Angela nodded, her resolve hardening. “Thank you for getting me out,” she said, her voice steady but tinged with genuine gratitude.
Kenji leaned back in his seat, his long fingers resting lightly on the edge of his thigh as his gaze turned contemplative. He stared out the window, the glow of streetlights catching the edges of his sharp profile. “That’s what you do after the milk is spilled. You bring the broom and the mop and clean the mess.”
A chuckle escaped Angela’s lips. “I don’t think Louise would appreciate being called ‘the broom and the mop.’”
Kenji turned back to her, his eyes glittering with amusement as a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Perhaps not. But let’s be honest, she did clean up the mess rather spectacularly.”
― Anca Antoci, Ghost in the Attic: A Vampire Thriller

“Angela stepped deeper into the party, past the glamorous masks and golden champagne, and into something darker. In the middle of the room, a girl tilted her head back with a dreamy sigh as a man’s mouth found her throat. The sharp glint of fangs. A spill of red. No one screamed. No one ran. The music played on, and Angela realized—with a slow, creeping horror—that she had just stepped into a wolf’s den, and the sheep were all smiling.”
― Anca Antoci, Ghost in the Attic: A Vampire Thriller