Chapter 25

I beckoned for him to follow and started walking. I was getting tired of just standing. He did, after a moment’s hesitation. I looked him over carefully now that there were streetlights. He was my height, five-eleven, or maybe an inch taller, with medium blond hair and dark blue eyes. And pale. Very pale. More so than was called for even considering what he is.

“When did you last feed?” I asked.

“Last night. I was good, I promise. I wiped her memory and sealed the wound.”

I nodded and we continued walking. I had an idea. Maybe not the best one I’d ever had but still. “Have you ever used bagged blood?”

“No. Where would I get it? I don’t think I have what it takes to break into a blood bank.”

“Probably not.” Again I went quiet before saying, “I have some at my place.”

“You’d let me…?”

“What? Have some? Sure.”

He shook his head. “No. I meant let me know where you live.”