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Natalie still going to be here tomorrow?"
    "I
think so, but…" Spencer turned from her, opened the door again, and shouted
down the hallway. "Don’t eat Natalie!" Kicking the door shut with his
foot, he turned back to Ashleigh. "There. Now she’s safe."
    "What
are you doing?" Ashleigh sat down on the edge of the mattress and began
taking off her shoes and socks.
    "Coming
to talk to you." Spencer climbed onto the bed and took a seat in the
middle of it, patting the spot next to him. "You want to know more about
me, right? Like, for your books?"
    "I
am not making you a character in my
books." Ashleigh laughed, and before she really put any thought into what
she was doing, she had climbed into bed next to him. "But I would like to
know more about real vampires."
    "Okay."
Resting his head against the headboard, Spencer wrapped his arm around her
waist and pulled her closer to him. She tried to move away, but he wouldn't let
her.
    "Tell
me about your life. Are you really immortal?"
    Even
though Ashleigh was very attracted to him, she reluctant to cuddle with him.
Her shoulders hunched inward, and she made sure there were a few inches between
them as she scooted over a little.
    "Yes
and no." Spencer regarded her strangely then pulled her closer again. There
was a slight annoyance in his voice, as if he didn’t like talking about being a
vampire, even though he had been the one volunteering it. "We heal faster
than you and can do a lot of things you can’t, but we still grow old and die. I
have parents just like you do—our family is just different. Being immortal
would suck anyway."
    A
small laugh escaped his lips as he looked around her room, scanning all the family
pictures she had hanging on the walls. "You can’t have a family, or you’d
have to watch all your friends die. No, thank you."
    His
stare settled on a giant poster of Caleb on the wall. Looking around, he saw a
lot more of Caleb there—CDs, magazines, a band T-shirt on the chair near the
bed. She was a great fan of Armageddon, and clearly, Caleb was her obsession.
He glared at Caleb's smiling face, but quickly turned back to Ashleigh when she
spoke.
    "You
want a family?"
    "Yeah."
A devilish laugh escaped Spencer’s lips, and he turned his head to her. It was
clear he was very attracted to her. He was a great fan of her books, but he
wasn't just another adoring fan, all giddy from meeting one of his idols.
    "Tell
me about your family."
    She
studied her hands as she spoke, her shy smile growing with every second. Ashleigh
could feel his desire, and it made her very nervous.
    The
words flew off her tongue at a faster rate than normal. "Do you live like
regular humans?"
    "Kind of. We're part of the Morgan vampires, there's another small
sect of vampires in Krest but they don't hide their identities like we
do."
    "Morgan vampires?"
    "We make up the majority. The misfits unworthy of hanging with
royalty."
    "Huh?" She regarded him strangely.
    "The Count—he's the first—he lives in Krest. He's got his own little
family that we're not part of. Our ancestors broke off from the original sect a
long time ago. Though we still have to answer to the Count, he doesn't really
bother with us and leaves us alone."
    "A Count?" She giggled at the thought. "That's not
stereotypical."
    "Like
I said—we don't get along with them, so you'll never get to meet him. I don't
even know what the guy looks like. I just know he's the first." He paused.
"What else do you want to know?"
    "Do
you have a job?"
    Hungrily, he watched her get up from the bed, admiring her curves as she
walked over to grab her computer.
    "Spencer?"
She looked back at him when he didn't answer, a small smile on her face. She
put her laptop on the dresser then reached behind it and grabbed the power
cord.
    "Yeah,
I have a job."
    His
head was slightly cocked, the angle of his heavy stare making her very uncomfortable.
He seemed ready to pounce on her at any minute, but she thought maybe that was
just her