'That must be the infamous Desmond,' I thought, scanning the man. Even with the pale skin, he looked tanned, like someone from southern places, and he had a slightest shade of bristle on his chin. My first thought was India, but his name suggested Europe. It wasn't his first one, I was sure.
Desmond smiled wide enough to show fangs and focused on the spider-woman. "If you are so eager to get cured, I can tear off your excess limbs right now."
Oh, the vampire hearing. He must've heard this scuffle from the first floor. I bit the inside of my cheek, fighting for standing my ground here and now when my body wanted to hide under the nearest bed. That cruel smile and these cold eyes told me that Desmond was absolutely serious.
"You can't just do whatever you want here, vampire," Katya said, squeezing past Desmond inside and giving him a dirty look. "This isn't your home."
