No, but as a vampire, I'm able to detect subtle shifts in emotional energy.
Dad was at his desk when I opened the door, doing what all British people do when they're freaked out: drinking tea.
Please don't joke and bleed at the same time.
Where the heck was I while you were playing Grand Theft Cellar?
They stared each other down, and while the dorky eleven-year-old in my soul kind of hoped that two hot boys might fight over me, the rational, seventeen-year-old knew that Archer need to get out of here, fast.