Real Vampires Hate Skinny Jeans

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Authors: Gerry Bartlett
Tags: Glory St. Clair#8
snapped his fingers. “Maybe I should try to find a druid. Legend has it that they’re extinct, but I know better. Ireland. That’s where—”
    “Stop it! I don’t believe you.” I held my hand to my stomach,still not sure I wasn’t going to hurl as I faced him on rubbery legs.
    “It’s science, Glory. Believe that. Now I want to take a new blood sample from you. Compare it to more entities. I know what you’re not, but I’m determined to figure out what you
are
. Or rather were.” The bastard actually looked intrigued, still studying me with a clinical detachment that made me squirm. He stepped closer and sniffed me.
    “What? I don’t smell like a demon, I know that. I’m way too familiar with their reek.” I put a hand in the middle of his firm stomach and pushed.
    “You’re right. Not demon. I already compared your blood to a demon anyway. Well, to Valdez, who is part demon as you know. He didn’t want to give me his blood until I told him it was to help you. Interesting relationship you two have.” Ian tapped his chin and looked at me. I wasn’t about to share so he went on. “Anyway, I’ve never had such a challenge. I’m determined to solve this puzzle.”
    “Swell. Glad to be entertaining.” I collapsed on the chair again, not up to standing. “What other paranormals haven’t you tested besides a druid?”
    “Penny says you know a Siren. Is she still around?” Ian pulled a small notebook and pen out of his jeans pocket. Of course he was going to take notes. Penny had stacks of similar notebooks in the apartment. Now I really was a glorified lab rat. Glory-fied. I bit back a hysterical giggle.
    “Aggie. Yes, sure. Why not a god while you’re at it? Maybe I’m Zeus’s girlfriend, on break from Olympus. Sometimes Aggie’s boss, the Storm God, hangs around the lakes here. Bet he’d love to give you a blood sample.” I did laugh then and earned a sharp look from Ian.
    “You need one of my vampire tranquilizers, Glory?” He reached into his pocket.
    “No, thank you. With my luck, it would do the opposite. Send me into a frenzy and then make my thighs explode into massive drumsticks.” I leaned back and closed my eyes. “God, Ian, this is crazy.” I felt his hand on my shoulder andlooked up at him. Sympathy. It made me want to lean against him and sob. Nope. If I started, I might not be able to stop.
    “I’m just trying to cover all avenues of investigation, Glory.” Ian squeezed my shoulder then stepped back, pen in hand. “You want to give me the Siren’s number?”
    “I’ll call her.” I sighed, my mind whirling. “Anyone else? I still think you’re wrong. I remember my mother and father. Too many details to be faked. Dad was a baker. My mother…” I cleared my throat. Details. Were there really so many? I tried to concentrate. “She read the Bible out loud every night after supper. Does that sound nonhuman to you?” But could I quote any verses? Other than the ones I’d learned myself going to church in recent years?
    Ian smiled. “Powerful entities can erase your memory and change it completely, you know that. This background you think you have may be entirely fabricated. If we do discover what species you belong to and it’s not human as I suspect…” Ian patted my shoulder again. “Sorry, Glory, but you may have to come to terms with the fact that everything you thought about yourself is a lie.”
    “Species? A lie?” I swallowed. “Even my name?”
    “Probably.” Ian put his notebook away. “Now about the DNA test Valdez mentioned. I can do one while the woman is pregnant, but it might endanger the fetus. The fact that she’s a demon makes this even more complicated, though intriguing, of course. I assume she’s a pure demon so I’ll definitely want a blood sample from her.” Ian had the nerve to wink at me. Like we were coconspirators or something. “As for the DNA test, is the woman willing to undergo the procedure?”
    I felt whiplash from

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