“He doesn’t bite, I promise. Besides, he’ll be asleep for another couple of hours at least. I even promise to turn on the lights and open the blinds in the kitchen. I can guarantee that he won’t even think about getting too close.”
Henry looked back at the O’Connells’ place, over to Matthew’s, and finally back at Matthew himself. “It’s not that I think he’d do anything, you understand. I just…well, I haven’t had much luck with the fanged variety lately, as you know.”
“Gavin isn’t like them,” Matthew said firmly. He surprised himself with the conviction he felt behind the words. He’d never met another vampire in his life, yet somehow, surprisingly, he was sure of that fact. Was it instinctual? A gut feeling? Or was he just fooling himself? Was it knowledge, like Gavin wanted him to rely on, or was it simple faith? Not that there was anything simple about faith, in Matthew’s opinion. Or anything wrong in trusting it.