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HBO guide? I can't find it anywhere."
"Why?" she asked, rolling over and groping for the knob. "We're staying in to
watch The Sopranos instead of driving the last half hour to St. Paul?"
"I just like to know what's on," he said. "Hey, you should be glad I'm reading."
"Oh, I'm thrilled," she assured him. Her lips wanted to smile but she sternly
repressed them. "I'mЧ" Her hand dropped into the drawer and instantly she was on
fire; her mind was equal parts agony and surprise and fury: surprise at the
pain, agony at the pain, fury that she could be so stupid.
Her shriek brought Daniel off the bed and at her side in less than a heartbeat;
she didn't think a mortal could move so fast. She was holding her wrist with her
left hand. Her right hand was smoking. The drawer had pulled all the way out of
the table, and the Gideon Bible had tumbled to the floor.
"Oh my God," Daniel gasped, which made her shriek louder. "Your hand, Andy, your
poorЧ" He hauled her off the bed, kicked the Bible under the bed, and then he
was running the tap in the bathroom, taking her poor crisped paw and running it
carefully under the cool water. "Andy, I'm so sorry, I didn'tЧI should haveЧ"
She took a deep shuddering breath, which made her dizzy, but calmed her a bit,
too. "It's my own fault. I should have known it was in there. It's in every
bedside drawer in every motel in the country." She shivered against him. "It
hurts," she added dully.
"Of course it does, poor baby. If you were anyone butЕ well, you, we'd be
calling 911 this minute and taking you to the ER. ButЕ" He looked at her
doubtfully, doubtless picturing a frantic intern trying to find her pulse, her
blood pressure, anything.
"It will heal," she said. She dared a peek at her hand. At least it wasn't
boiling smoke anymore. Her thumb was blackened, but the rest of her fingers
merely had the dark red look of boiled lobster. "Eventually."
"This is bogus," Daniel said angrily. "I get that you're a vampire and all, but
you were forced into it, and it's not like you're munching on first-graders.
What's God got against you?"
"I don't know," she replied, "but He appears to be plenty pissed."
"Well, shit. That's not fair."
"This isЧis the Creator, remember? Not known for his scrupulous sense of fair
play. He asked Jacob to kill his own son, if memory serves, set Eve up, screwed
over the JewsЕ oh, all sorts of things. He never plays fair. He doesn't have
toЧit's his board game."
"For a vampire, you know a lot about it."
"Theology minor," she reminded him.
He turned the water off, took a snow-white hand towel from the shelf, and gently
patted her hand dry. It stung like mad, but it wasn't the burning agony it had
been before.
"Poor Andy," he said again, and kissed the tip of her middle finger, which was
dark pink. "I'm really sorry. Should have got the damned HBO guide myself."
"You read my mind."
He laughed and hugged her to him. "Cripes, woman, you scared the shit out of me.
You got some lungs on you, didja know?"
"It's not every day I feel the agony of myself bursting into flames. To think I
used to fantasize about walking on the beach during sunrise! Well, forget that."
His grip tightened. He was so tall, his chin rested on her head. "Don't talk
about that," he said into her part. "Not anymore, okay?"