CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Hours later, the good Dr. Graham’s phone beeped again.
Tina this time, with curt directions. Not even so much as a
“thank goodness you’re safe, Your Majesty.” I swear, she could have
out-Pattoned Patton.
I promised obedience,
then thanked Dr. Graham and gave him back his phone. When I asked
if he was going to get into trouble, he laughed even as he erased
everything on his phone. I hadn’t told him to do that, and Tina
hadn’t told me to tell him to do that . . . that was interesting. He was either good at
precautions or a coward. Or both.
“Bodies go missing
here all the time. Actual dead ones, not bodies like yours, not
ones that get up and walk around.” He was staring at my tits. He’d
had a bad night, so I didn’t smack him. Stupid too-small
T-shirt.
“I could probably
make you forget everything that happened,” I suggested. “Then you
wouldn’t be scared or horny or both. You’d just be . . . however
you are when you haven’t been attacked by a ruthless naked denizen
of the undead.”
“Don’t you dare.” He
held up his hands and backed away. “You keep your vampire hypnosis
to yourself. I earned those memories; you can’t have
them.”
“Okay, okay, simmer.
Sorry again. You better go, my ride’s here.”
“Yeah, and I have to
go drink a whole bunch of vodka . . . for a long, long time . . .
nice to meet you, I guess . . .” Graham wandered away, and I went
out to the loading area Tina had told me about (thank goodness for
the Internet).
Unloading area,
actually—I was standing (blurgh!) where they dropped off the dead
bodies. The ones that were better at staying dead than I was. I
don’t know how Tina managed it, either, but the unloading area was
empty. It was like a big creepy warehouse, very well lit (the
fortune they must spend on gigantic fluorescent bulbs!) and clean.
It was just me, and all the lights, and my ride.
And what a
ride!