I immediately made a mental note to send a donation to the San Francisco paramedics. They had rescued me on more than one occasion and I was grateful—but having to tend to Roland’s butt was a whole different level of public service.
After one of the officers dropped Will and me at our apartment building, we trudged through the vestibule in companionable silence. When we came to our doors, he took my arm—still covered in six inches of industrial-grade blanket—and pulled me to him, resting his cheek on the top of my head.
“Quite a day, wasn’t it, love?”
I just nodded, my head heavy with exhaustion and stinging from the paramedic’s Mercurochrome. Will looked down at me and slid one bandaged hand underneath my chin, raising my lips toward his. He kissed me softly and I kissed back—briefly. When I pulled away, tears were stinging my eyes.
“I should get inside,” I said without looking back.
“Oh my God!” Nina screamed when I let myself in. “I was so worried about you!” She gave me a brief once-over before smashing me to her. Her eyes filled with tears. “We’re so, so sorry.”
I stiffened and pulled back. “We?”
Nina looked over her shoulder, heart-shaped lips pursed in a modest pink smile. “Harley and I.”
I felt anger roil through me. “Nina, Harley’s the reason—”
Harley held up a hand. “I’m so sorry, Sophie. I should have known. Roland had become really controlling and paranoid in the last few cities. He would disappear for hours and mutter about how he was going to ‘clean things up.’ He said he saw things—ridiculous things—demons, gremlins. I just thought he was drinking. I never imagined he would—would peg you for a vampire.”
A little breath of hysterical laughter passed my lips.
“Vampire?” I said, feeling the laughter rise in my throat. “That’s why Roland came after me?” I said, playing along.
Harley nodded solemnly. “He got this idea that there were all sorts of demons and monsters roaming around. He said he had to kill them, or the book would be a flop. I didn’t think he was serious. I thought it was more of a stress thing.”
“Vampire,” I said again, feeling my shoulders ache as the laughter shot through my whole body.
“Wow,” Nina said, her eyes intent on mine. “Imagine our little Sophie, mistaken for a vampire.”
Harley laughed, too, now; and Nina followed suit, her small fangs catching the light. Harley was oblivious and slung an arm around his girlfriend, pulling her to his side. “Can you imagine? He actually thought vampires existed!”
“Can’t imagine at all,” Nina said, one eyebrow raised, mischievous lips curling over her fangs. She trailed her fingers down Harley’s arm and laced her fingers with his.
“Oh, honey, your fingers are always so cold.” He brought her pale fingers, entwined with his, to his lips and kissed them. “I told her she should see a doctor about her circulation problem.”
I nodded while Nina pulled Harley behind her. “I’m going to say good-bye to Harley, Soph. He’s leaving for Seattle in the morning. You going to be okay for a little bit, or should I call Vlad to stay with you?”
Vlad—that reminded me.
“Hey, Neens, there was a pipe in the back of your car. Do you know what that was for?”
Nina’s brow furrowed. “A pipe?” Then she brightened. “You mean the long silver bar.”
I nodded.
“It’s a closet extender. Vlad is helping me add a little closet space. So, should I call him?”
“I’ll be fine,” I told Nina, glad for a little peace of mind, quiet, and clothes.
“That nephew of yours is a really odd kid,” Harley was saying as they walked out the door. “All the dark clothes and nail polish. Is that what they call ‘Emo’?”
I slipped out of the paramedic’s blanket and dropped it on the bathroom floor, pulled off my underclothes, which had now stiffened with dried soap and blood, and lowered myself into a hot bath loaded with peach-scented bubbles. I felt everything—Will, Alex, Roland—slide off me and drown in the sweet-scented water. I stopped counting the scratches and bruises and instead washed my hair and luxuriated until my skin was puckered and pink. Eventually I got out, wrapping myself up in my fluffiest chenille bathrobe and pushed my feet into soft pink slippers, which Nina had gotten me.
I was making myself a nice evening plate of grapes and peanut butter crackers, when there was a stiff, clipped knock on the door. I considered ignoring it and pretending that I was Sophie Lawson, Normal Girl, spending a quiet Saturday night at home after a trip to the farmer’s market or something. I imagined anything other than what I had done—anything that didn’t include a public restroom—but the knock sounded again.
I pulled my robe tighter over my chest and yanked open the door, about to tell Will that I wasn’t interested in company.
But it wasn’t Will.
The air was silent, like the entire building was holding its breath. I could hear the electric buzz of the overhead lights, could hear each straining pump of my heart. I swallowed and willed myself to snap the door closed, but my hand was melted to the knob.
My fingers in a solid death grip.
“It’s been a long time, Sophie.”