"Ah, I'm so dead, so dead, so dead!!!" Jasmine Warren muttered miserably, running a hand over the long scratch.
Just then, Jason Lockwood emerged to see a woman so frantic she was tilting her head back and stomping her feet. The corner of his mouth curled into a slight smile as he walked toward her.
When he reached her, she clearly hadn't noticed him. She was still muttering under her breath, "I'm screwed! I'm totally screwed this time!"
Jason Lockwood leaned over, his gaze following her hand. When he saw the scratch on the car, his voice turned dark as he said slowly, "Yes, you certainly are."
"Ah! A-are you a ghost?! What the—!" A voice suddenly sounded by Jasmine Warren's ear, scaring her so much she nearly collapsed to her knees. She spun around and roared furiously at the plastic surgery guy.
