“Or maybe it is.” His <i>business</i>, that is. Anything that happened under the roof of the estate was, in sole manner, his <i>business</i>. Not that he had been explicitly invited to it... but he didn’t need to be. Ella Donovan was as much his concern now as she had been the day he had given her life. Since then he’d dipped his fingertips into virtually all of her affairs... if only for the sake of protecting his assets.

The girl had nearly vaulted across the room as soon as she slammed her book shut. It felt like a personal stab at Jameson for having the audacity for disrupting her. It didn’t bother him. As she walked around the bed to present herself in an assertive stature, the vampire retorted by taking a full step of his own into the room. He stood at least a head taller than she, but many of her other features seemed fleetingly familiar. Her dark eyes and hair, warm skin and yellow undertones. She could have been a long lost sibling to Noura and himself.

Although her smell was <i>way</i> off.

“Ella didn’t mention a new arrival.” He professed, fingers finding the spine of a dusty leather bound book on the bed. He’d pivoted his way to the edge as he continued to inch forward. “Kind of popped up out of nowhere, didn’t you?”

His chestnut stare popped from the binding to the girls face. The thrumming of her heart grew more rapid when his stare settled over her. It didn’t matter to him if she was nervous or scared. Either way he ignited a reaction inside of her, and that’s what pleased him the most.