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fucking.”
    A ghost of a smile flashes across her wet lips. She swallows. “I think I get that. But what about you—feeding me?” There’s a little bit of yuck in her tone.
    I chuckle. “ That was me saving you.”
    We stare at each other.
    “I don't think I'd need saving if you hadn't been biting my neck and taking my blood.”
    Good point. “I'm Brandon.”
    She covers her breasts with her arms.
    I chuckle. “Don't bother—I've seen the whole show.”
    Her hands slap the cloth seat of the semi-truck. “Yeah,” she whispers. “I'm Alicia.”
    “A-lee-c-ia?” I ask, wondering if I heard it correctly.
    She nods and puts her hands over her face. “I'm such a slut. I had sex with you in a stranger's truck, and I let you go in me without a condom or even knowing your name!”
    Women.
    “Hey, now,” I say, jerking up my pants before I pull her into my lap.
    I'm not without compassion. I’ve never taken an unwilling female or hurt one. Many vampires could not say the same. I will fuck females and leave them, but I don't want them against their will. There is no need, and it lacks compassion.
    Now, Constantine ... I'm pretty sure that's all he ever does—take.
    “There's no reason to put on a freak,” I soothe.
    She slaps me.
    So much for the compassion angle.
    “Don't patronize me. If I want to feel like shit because I just fucked a stranger in”—she looks around and grunts in disgust—“wherever the hell I am, I can.”
    “Fine.” I tighten my arms around her. “I can't deny you that, but hitting the guy who gave you a good orgasm and saved your life is not the way to show gratitude.”
    Alicia seems to consider that. “I guess you're right. And for the record, it wasn't a good orgasm.”
    I feel my eyebrows pop like a jack-in-the-box. “Oh yeah?”
    “Yeah—it's was fan-fucking-tastic.”
    I grin.
    She smiles back. “I don't know about the whole blood weirdness but...” She gives me a look from beneath hooded eyes.
    “Ask.”
    “Are you—a vampire?”
    I laugh and watch a blush flood her face. I feel the heat exchange as the waste of blood gorges the surface of her skin.
    “I—that was a dumb question,” she admits.
    Humans want to explain the inexplicable. “Yes,” I answer anyway.
    She tenses. “Oh my God.”
    “I don't know that He has anything to do with it, actually.”
    “Whatever, I thought it was all bullshit.”
    I push hair out of her face. “No. It's not bullshit.”
    Breath leaks out of her. “I didn't think so, after what we did.”
    Alicia looks up at me, a tight circle of nakedness on my lap. “ʽNoʼ what?”
    I sigh, stroking the back of her head. “I was in terrible need. I had to fuck and take blood. Only you could have saved me as you did.”
    “You're talking weird.”
    “Sorry. What I'm saying is, you have the type of blood I need and your... body eased mine.”
    “You're saying I was a good screw.”
    I crack a smile. “Not a ʽgood screwʼ—a perfect one.”
    My smile fades.
    “What?” Alicia asks, looking alarmed.
    “I took without thinking. I didn't think you were Druid enough to matter. But now that I've opened your womb—others might smell your ripeness.”
    “Druid what?” she asks, her brows puckering.
    I don't answer. Instead, I gather her torn clothes around her.
    She gestures toward the irreparable fabric. “That’s not working, just saying.”
    I look at the top split down the front and the useless jeans. “You're right. We—we'll use your vehicle and get some new things from your house. Then maybe we can figure something out. If you can take seed, you might be a breeder.”
    Alicia scoots away. “Listen, jack—Brandon. Whatever your name is. It was super fun. You, you're—wow. But I'm not a Druid-whatever-it-is, and breeder sounds pretty unappealing too. So let me just take my ass home, and I'll see you later.”
    I narrow my eyes on her. “No. I have caused this, and now I will help make it right.”
    “Right,” she says,