“Why?” Sophia demanded.
“You know why.”
It was Sophia’s turn to frown, her gaze moving toward the short, stocky male cur built like a fireplug. He had brown hair and pale eyes with unremarkable features.
“You can’t possibly imagine I would be interested in Morton?”
Victoria sucked in an offended breath. “He’s perfect. Why wouldn’t you want him?”
Where to start?
Sophia picked the first one that came to mind. “He’s a cur.”
“So?”
“So Weres and curs don’t mix,” Sophia snapped. “Now tell me why you’ve been harassing me.”
The nymph licked her lips. “I ...”
“What?”
“I didn’t like how Morton watched you when he thought I wasn’t looking.”
Sophia swore. “So you thought you could badger me into leaving?”
“It was worth a shot.” The nymph shrugged. “I couldn’t physically force you to leave.”
“And when that didn’t work?” Sophia pressed.
“I don’t understand.”
“Did you decide on a more permanent solution?”
There was a stunned silence before Victoria at last gave a slow shake of her head.
“Permanent?”
“Running me over in your car?” Sophia suggested sweetly. “Releasing a rabid pit bull to attack me?”
Victoria lost another layer of color. “I’m in love, not insane.”
“Not much difference,” Sophia muttered.
“Perhaps not, but I know that none of those things would actually kill you,” Victoria said. “Only piss you off.”
Her words teased at the edge of Sophia’s mind, but for the moment she was too preoccupied to sort through the sensation that she should be disturbed by the comment.
“A silver bullet through the heart would be lethal,” she pointed out.
The nymph held up pleading hands. “Look, I left a few notes, a dead rat, and slashed your tires.”
“The brick through my window?”
“Yes, the brick,” she admitted. “I’ll pay for the damages if that’s what you want.”
Sophia gave the spiteful female a small shake before shoving her away in disgust.
“What I want is for you to leave me the hell alone.”