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she kind of owed him one. He’d picked her up after she’d taken a tumble and knocked herself out. Holly suspected that part of his story was true. It made sense and explained her headache and memory loss.
    The rest of his story, however, that she’d fallen on scissors and stabbed herself and that he’d healed her with his . . . well, she wasn’t sure what he supposedly healed her with. Vampires bit and sucked blood, they didn’t usually go around healing ­people. That was Jesus. Perhaps he was getting religion mixed up with his delusional fantasy, she speculated. She understood religion often played a role with crazy ­people.
    â€œYes, it is good,” Justin assured her. “Life is much less complicated now that we don’t feed off mortals.”
    â€œI can imagine,” she said, keeping her voice soothing. At least he didn’t take his fantasy to that level and go around trying to bite ­people. If he did, she’d be concerned. This seemed a mostly harmless fantasy though. He didn’t bite, so didn’t do anyone physical harm, which left sleeping in a coffin and avoiding sunlight and garlic as his M.O. and that was fine with her. Live and let live and all that stuff. Although Holly did wonder if she might not be doing him a disser­vice by not calling in some help, like maybe the police, and suggesting a seventy-­two-­hour evaluation in a psych ward.
    â€œIn fact, we’re nothing like the television and movie versions of vampires,” Justin assured her.
    â€œWell, no, I guess not. None of them can heal,” Holly murmured, her gaze sliding to the door as she wondered if she dared try to leave. Would he get physical in his effort to stop her leaving? She suspected he would unless she handled him right. She would have to remain calm and talk her way out of this room. She had to get home and . . . well, Holly wasn’t sure what she should do after that. She had no idea what time it was. The bedside clock read 7:34 but was that morning or night? How long had she been here? She’d thought it was morning when she’d first woken, but now that she knew she’d been unconscious, she wasn’t so sure. And the curtains were closed and thick enough to block out sunlight if there was any.
    â€œWe can’t heal either as a rule,” he explained, drawing her attention again. “I was only able to heal you by turning you.”
    Holly blinked at this and then tilted her head. “Into a vampire?”
    â€œYes. Well, we prefer the name immortal .”
    â€œUh hmm.” She hesitated and then stood. “Well, then I’d best get home and take care of things.”
    â€œYou can’t go. I have to explain everything,” he said, straightening and positioning himself in her way.
    â€œCan’t you explain later?” Holly suggested, trying not to sound desperate, but wanting to leave. Hoping to use reason he might agree with, she pointed out, “If I’m a vampire now, there are loads of things to take care of. I mean I’ll need to buy a coffin and maybe find some nice Igor type I can get to bring me . . .” She let her words trail away and simply waved a hand vaguely. She’d been going to say ­people to feed on, but recalled at the last moment that his delusion didn’t include biting ­people.
    â€œI think you mean Renfield,” he said with a faint smile.
    â€œDo I?” she asked, turning sideways as casually as she could in the hopes of maneuvering past him toward the door.
    â€œYes. I wasn’t around when it first came out, but I read Stoker’s work as a teenager. It’s been a while but I have a good memory for names. I’m pretty sure it was Renfield who did Dracula’s bidding.”
    Well at least he wasn’t imagining he was hundreds of years old. So his delusions weren’t completely out there, she assured herself and said with