"You're in my home," Mihai retorts. But it isn't a home. It's a hotel suite overseeing the New York City skyline. It's too big for a lone man. Empty, aside from the richly appointed decor, and the score of spirits that cling to him wherever he goes.
He stares at her, his dark eyes that much darker without his glasses acting as a barrier.
"I've had enough of your nonsense. I ask again, woman, what do you want?"