"So you did mean that. Yeah...cheers for that, yeah? Bad enough I have to live off of blood but you think I'm already after throats and I've only been like this for just over a week or so. That's just brilliant," Minerva muttered, flicking ash from her cigarette.
He stepped behind her, and she could feel his breath on her neck. His fingers on her arm and goosebumps exploded over her skin. He was too close.