The scent of an old friend, she said? Harry wondered as he watched his bodyguards fight with three other vampires while Samantha, too, watched, looking far from amused, and standing conveniently in the doorway, blocking all exits.
“I must say, you’re not that bad, Alex, Nick,” she told them, sounding unimpressed, before clapping her hands twice.
Harry’s eyes snapped back to the fight, inwardly expecting something but he didn’t know what. The three men stopped immediately and went to stand by her side.
“Sammy, let me finish them.” One of them pleaded.
“Yes, Samantha, why won’t you let us fight them properly?” Another complained in a nasally whiny voice.
She rolled her eyes at them, and a small sardonic smile stretched her lips. “Why must it always come to violence with you guys when
