“I don’t have anywhere else to go.” Spike whined from the doorway outside Angel’s penthouse.
“You’re the one who started the whole ‘fell down some stairs’ lie. If you’d just told Fred the truth she wouldn’t have started in with the battered wife syndrome speech.”
“You did batter me.” Angel said rubbing a hand over the many cuts that littered his face.
“At least she had the common sense to know that you’re the wife.” Spike said with a laugh as he turned to go.
A hand grabbed his collar and yanked him into the apartment.