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shouted as he flopped down on my granny's plastic slipcovered couch. Granny's house was literally a museum to junk. She had more knickknacks than Dwayne had shoes—Dwayne had several hundred pairs of shoes. Thankfully we wore the same size seven.
     
    I froze in terror. I was unsure if he meant a car or a blowjob. It took all I had not to ask. I wasn't going there again.
     
    "There is no way all my luggage will fit in your tiny metal death trap. Not to mention my legs were cramped for days after we drove down," he informed me as he smoothed out his shirt.
     
    Shirt was pushing it. It was a wife-beater with Hello Kitty in pink sequins plastered on the front. I was certain his booty shorts were going to make his legs stick to the plastic covered couch.
     
    I heaved a huge sigh of relief and laughed. "A Hummer guzzles gas and is ugly," I said as I popped a cookie in my mouth.
     
    "Yes, but it doesn’t smell like old French fries like your car does."
     
    "Point," I agreed. "How many suitcases do you have?"
     
    "Eight."
     
    "Eight?" I gasped and squinted my eyes at him. How did a person go from one suitcase to eight in two weeks?
     
    "I have to bring wedding gowns for my bi-weekly Skype sessions with the customers from Bring on the Bride. I want to wear gowns from the shop, considering that's what we're trying to sell," he explained logically.
     
    As if anything Dwayne said or did was logical…
     
    "Alrighty then," I replied as I wondered if he packed any gowns in my size.
     
    "I did," he squealed as he clapped his hands with glee.
     
    "Are you reading my mind?" I demanded.
     
    "Nope, your face. I can only read minds of people I share blood with… oh shit ," he muttered. "Maybe I did read your mind."
     
    Dwayne began to immediately rearrange the miniature plaster rabbit family that was the centerpiece on the coffee table and I paced the room in agitation. Just as he started to refold the afghans into a fort pile I lost it.
     
    "Dwayne, I thought you said your blood would leave my system in a few days," I snapped. "It's been weeks and I'm still feeling itchy."
     
    "Itchy or bitchy?" he inquired with raised eyebrows that would have touched his hairline if he had any hair.
     
    "Touché," I said, biting back my grin. There was no way I was going to let on that he made a good one.
     
    "Essie, the operative word in your sentence was thought . I had no clue it would last," he said in a world-weary tone. Dwayne was as flighty as they came, but sometimes I could hear in his voice that he had lived lifetimes—and they hadn't been happy.
     
    I closed my eyes and calmed myself. As much as I didn't want any of Dwayne's frighteningly unstable powers, it was what had saved Hank's life and my own. The strength of the Vampyre blood I'd ingested had allowed me to rip the head off of a Dragon with my bare hands. Killing the bad guy didn't bother me a bit—it was him or us. The simple fact that I didn't realize I had done it until after the fact was what I had a difficult time wrapping my head around. I knew I was being a baby about it, but it scared the hell out of me—and I was not a weenie.
     
    I glanced over at my friend. He was slumped over like a bald, deflated, sequined blow-up doll.
     
    "I agreed to take your blood. It's as much my fault as anyone else's," I said as I sat down beside him and laid my head on his shoulder.
     
    "I'm sorry," he said quietly, "but I don't regret doing it. I wouldn't want to go on if you weren't in my world."
     
    The seriousness of his tone and words humbled me. I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight. I loved him and losing him would destroy me too.
     
    "I'm not going anywhere," I promised. "However, if I am stuck with your blood you're gonna have to teach me how to control the heinous super powers I've gained."
     
    "Deal." He grinned and tweaked my nose. "Wanna try on dresses?"
     
    "Do I have a choice?" I moaned and laughed.
     
    "No, beautiful missy, you don't."
     
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