Nicodemus jumped when the glass pitcher broke against the wall beside him. He turned to look at the mess and then back at her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he snarled, moving toward her. A few shards had hit him, creating a cut on his cheek, but he ignored it. There was no reason to bother. Anger pumped through him as he neared her.
"Who the hell can't I have, Lavender?" he asked again.