Alisha wondered whether her own place had secret cracks in very obvious spots, but the sound of the oven pulled her away from her thoughts regarding her own possibly cracks and Charlie's.

Alisha leaned against the stove, arms crossed. "Shit," she said. The vampire worried her. If he was to attack Charlie -

- She didn't know much about vampire lore, but she was glad there was something in place. She'd have to ask Simon what the go was. "You're not going to invite him in, are you?" It may have been a stupid question, but Alisha wasn't sure if Charlie was comfortable at all with the vampire living upstairs. She knew she wasn't.