“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
Yep, no open window. But as far as Summer could tell, there wasn’t anyone else in the house, either. Hovering in front of the closest window to where he was, she put a hand on it, and heated the glass until it ran down in hot globs. They hissed in the chill of the night, but thankfully didn’t set anything on fire. Stepping through the frame, she stalked over to his bedside.
“I’m going to save your life, I think, just so I can kill you myself.”
Damon rolled his eyes, breathing coming to him in long, shaky gasps. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, coughing and pulling the covers up over his head. “Go away. I’m dying. There’s nothing you can do,” he said from underneath muffled covers.
Summer frowned, perching on the edge of the bed. “Why are you lying to me? This is a really strange time to be doing that.”