“Nice chat?” Sirius echoed. Somehow he did not like the sound of it. “Nah, I prefer the hugging.”
“Rogue vampire?” Anger started to boil in him and he stepped away from Dom to frown at Elena. He felt responsible for the two and would not let anything happen to them. Well… not again. He really had done a rubbish job over the past two weeks. As realization dawned on him, Sirius wanted to smack his own forehead but his hand was still holding Dom’s. “Oh, you mean that shape-changing monster. The one who killed you before you were brought back here by Petersen? It’s dead. You don’t have to be afraid of it anymore."