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are slated for Sheol.”
    “Call it what you like, but it’s still Hell,” I snapped.
    “I call it what it is called. Hell is a human concept,” he scolded.
    “Helloooo.” I pointed to myself dramatically. “I am human.”
    “That is obvious. And I am not.”
    “Which is just as obvious, Eric.”
    He nodded. “So it is.”
    “What’s the most common name you have a problem with?” I asked, changing the subject.
    “You’ll have to guess, unless you want people dropping dead all over the place.”
    I smiled. “Not John Smith?”
    “Yes! Why do people still name their kids that? It’s beyond me.”
    I grinned. “I’m sure if they knew this, they’d stop. What about people who change their names?”
    He shrugged. “It is impossible to change one’s name. Legally, maybe, but what you get from your parents can’t be changed. Even with middle names there are still so many duplicates. I appreciate creative parents a lot.”
    “What of the parentless?”
    “We all have those we get our name from, Mayne.” Our eyes met and my heart did this silly, stupid little flip. He smiled, pleased. Damn. I cannot, CANNOT be falling for him. No way.
    “Wait, do vampires exist?” I asked suddenly, remembering his earlier comment.
    He choked on his laughter. “What?”
    “You said you didn’t need an invitation to enter because you aren’t a vampire. So please tell me they do NOT exist.”
    He was very amused. “Rest easy. They are fictional, but they are based on something real. But you have nothing to worry about when it comes to those things. They are long since bound.”
    “Based on something real?” Holy crap .
    “They are not a danger. It’s just silly little, early century mythoi.” He was laughing.
    I guess if you’re death, what have you to fear?
    My eyes opened to the angry ring of the phone. Okay, maybe it was me who was angry and not the phone. Grumbling, I rolled over to grab my cell phone off the nightstand, still upset from not waking up next to a certain male body sharing my bed.
    Was I going crazy? Eric and I just met now I wanted to get my rocks off by him? Maybe I was a slut. Though it had been awhile since I had sex so maybe it’s more my rocks dusted off?
    When the phone continued to ring, I answered.
    “Yes?”
    “You’re late.” Devon’s annoyed voice.
    “I don’t feel well, can I call in?”
    He sighed. “Is this a real sick or the ‘I am still so tired that I feel bad’ sick?”
    “Does it matter?” I inquired. He remained silent. “Fine, the second one, but I had a late night.”
    He laughed. “What, When Harry Met Sally got intense?”
    “I will have you know that movie is a classic. A classic, do you hear me? I will not have you take that tone with it.”
    “Get to work.” He was still laughing as he hung up. What the hell does he know? It’s a good movie, damn it!
    Again, I found myself hauling butt down 5th Avenue. This time it took longer than the forty-five minutes it took last time. The main reason was because I used the time to straighten my hair.
    I’m not entirely sure what happened next, but I ended up on my butt.
    “Oomph.” I groaned.
    My guess is a small woman had plowed into me from around the corner because she was now sprawled next to me on the ground.
    “I’m so sorry! I didn’t— I wasn’t paying attention,” the pixie-sized woman with a red bob and startling green eyes said in one breath.
    She was already scrambling to collect her things that were strewn all over the sidewalk. People rudely stepped around us, not even bothering to help.
    “It’s all right. You sure pack a wallop for such a tiny thing,” I stated, helping her gather her things.
    She grinned. “Yeah, size is deceptive.”
    I righted myself as I picked up the last item. Handing her the things I had collected in my arms, I peeked at my watch. “Oh, I’ve got to go or my boss is really going to fire me.”
    She nodded. “Same here. Let me buy you a drink later to