probably for the best.
Liam and I followed Ginny down the long hallway. The walls were covered with photographs of patrons and employees enjoying different events at the bar. There were a lot of photos from Mardi Gras, some photos from Halloween, and other photos from ladies’ night events.
The dimly lit hallway seemed to drag out forever, like an endless tunnel.
“It’s the last room down this hall. I put her in my office,” Ginny said.
“What do newly turned vampires do?” I whispered to Liam as we headed down the hall.
“Well, no two vampires will handle it the same way,” he said.
I knew Ginny was trying not to listen, but with her right in front of us it was impossible.
“Some people just want to sleep for days. Those are the easy ones. But others just want blood and they can’t get enough. They can be difficult. It’s like feeding a baby every twenty minutes. Only the newly turned vampire isn’t cute like a baby.”
I nodded. “I can see your point.”
We made it to the end of the hall and Ginny paused with her hand on the doorknob. “Are you ready to go in?” she asked.
Okay, she was making me nervous. It was like she was about to open a lion’s cage. Should I be prepared to run?
I inhaled a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
She eased the door open and my adrenaline level spiked. The room was dark except for the glow from a little lamp that sat on a table in the corner. A desk was against the far wall with a chair in front of it, and a leather sofa was up against the wall to the right. The woman was lying on the sofa with her eyes closed. It looked as if she was sleeping, but how could I be sure? For all I knew, if I got close enough, she would attack me. Maybe she would blame me for Nicolas’ actions. Remnants of dried blood covered her neck and the puncture wounds stood out as reminders of the violent attack. This was all too real now. There was no denying that she had been attacked and apparently everyone had seen Nicolas commit the act. Maybe I hadn’t known Nicolas at all.
The victim’s brown hair reached to her shoulders and she looked to be around twenty-two or three years old. But I always had been terrible at guessing ages. I wondered if she was one of the quiet ones. If she had been in there sleeping for hours, then it sounded like she matched the description of a quiet one. But I needed to talk to her. I needed to hear the words from her mouth. Had Nicolas really attacked her?
“She was a very sweet girl. I just hope this doesn’t change her.”
I glanced over at Ginny. “You mean this could change her personality?”
Liam scowled. “No, she’ll be fine. Don’t put ideas in her head.” He scolded Ginny. “If she was sweet before then she’ll be sweet afterward.”
Ginny shrugged. “If you say so.”
She didn’t sound convinced. Maybe she was just being dramatic though. I chose to believe Liam. What he said sounded like a much better scenario.
“Is it okay if I speak with her?” I asked.
“If you think you can get her to answer. Go right ahead.” Ginny motioned for me to move closer. Why did I feel the need to find a big stick and poke this woman from a safe distance? Okay, if I was going to be the leader then I needed to toughen up.
“What’s her name?” I asked.
“Marisa Hanley,” Ginny answered.
I stepped closer, but the woman didn’t move. “Excuse me, Marisa,” I said weakly.
I didn’t want to poke her, but it didn’t look as if she was going to come around if I didn’t.
I reached out and shook her shoulder, then immediately snatched my hand back before she had a chance to bite it. Liam snorted and I scowled at him. Her eyes remained closed. When I reached out to shake her again, her eyelids popped open. She glared at me and jumped up to a seated position, backing up on the sofa. She looked as if she wanted to get far away from me.
I held my hands up in surrender. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I just have a couple of questions about
Liam and I followed Ginny down the long hallway. The walls were covered with photographs of patrons and employees enjoying different events at the bar. There were a lot of photos from Mardi Gras, some photos from Halloween, and other photos from ladies’ night events.
The dimly lit hallway seemed to drag out forever, like an endless tunnel.
“It’s the last room down this hall. I put her in my office,” Ginny said.
“What do newly turned vampires do?” I whispered to Liam as we headed down the hall.
“Well, no two vampires will handle it the same way,” he said.
I knew Ginny was trying not to listen, but with her right in front of us it was impossible.
“Some people just want to sleep for days. Those are the easy ones. But others just want blood and they can’t get enough. They can be difficult. It’s like feeding a baby every twenty minutes. Only the newly turned vampire isn’t cute like a baby.”
I nodded. “I can see your point.”
We made it to the end of the hall and Ginny paused with her hand on the doorknob. “Are you ready to go in?” she asked.
Okay, she was making me nervous. It was like she was about to open a lion’s cage. Should I be prepared to run?
I inhaled a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
She eased the door open and my adrenaline level spiked. The room was dark except for the glow from a little lamp that sat on a table in the corner. A desk was against the far wall with a chair in front of it, and a leather sofa was up against the wall to the right. The woman was lying on the sofa with her eyes closed. It looked as if she was sleeping, but how could I be sure? For all I knew, if I got close enough, she would attack me. Maybe she would blame me for Nicolas’ actions. Remnants of dried blood covered her neck and the puncture wounds stood out as reminders of the violent attack. This was all too real now. There was no denying that she had been attacked and apparently everyone had seen Nicolas commit the act. Maybe I hadn’t known Nicolas at all.
The victim’s brown hair reached to her shoulders and she looked to be around twenty-two or three years old. But I always had been terrible at guessing ages. I wondered if she was one of the quiet ones. If she had been in there sleeping for hours, then it sounded like she matched the description of a quiet one. But I needed to talk to her. I needed to hear the words from her mouth. Had Nicolas really attacked her?
“She was a very sweet girl. I just hope this doesn’t change her.”
I glanced over at Ginny. “You mean this could change her personality?”
Liam scowled. “No, she’ll be fine. Don’t put ideas in her head.” He scolded Ginny. “If she was sweet before then she’ll be sweet afterward.”
Ginny shrugged. “If you say so.”
She didn’t sound convinced. Maybe she was just being dramatic though. I chose to believe Liam. What he said sounded like a much better scenario.
“Is it okay if I speak with her?” I asked.
“If you think you can get her to answer. Go right ahead.” Ginny motioned for me to move closer. Why did I feel the need to find a big stick and poke this woman from a safe distance? Okay, if I was going to be the leader then I needed to toughen up.
“What’s her name?” I asked.
“Marisa Hanley,” Ginny answered.
I stepped closer, but the woman didn’t move. “Excuse me, Marisa,” I said weakly.
I didn’t want to poke her, but it didn’t look as if she was going to come around if I didn’t.
I reached out and shook her shoulder, then immediately snatched my hand back before she had a chance to bite it. Liam snorted and I scowled at him. Her eyes remained closed. When I reached out to shake her again, her eyelids popped open. She glared at me and jumped up to a seated position, backing up on the sofa. She looked as if she wanted to get far away from me.
I held my hands up in surrender. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I just have a couple of questions about
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