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it take a long time?"
"It was very hard, it hurt tremendously, and it took no time at all."
"Oh." Slightly crestfallen, he didn't say anything until the waitress put down
their drinks and left. "Really bad, huh?"
"Really very unbelievably bad." She stared moodily into her white wine. A
nineteen eighty-four Riesling, dammit.
"You want to talk about it? Sometimes it helps to talk about it. Also, you've
got sand in your eyebrows."
She shook her head impatiently and watched as a tiny grain of sand flew away
from her table, arched a few feet over, and landed in the precisely parted hair
of the woman sitting at the table beside them. Why, he's right, she thought,
uncharacteristically amused. I do see in the dark like a cat.
"It's kind of a long story," she warned him.
"Hey, I got time. I wasn't leaving for home until tomorrow morning."
"Home? Minnesota, you mean?"
"Sure, I still live in St. Paul."
"What do you do?"
"OhЕ" He shrugged sheepishly. "Nothin'. I came into my trust fund a couple of
years ago, so mostly I play golf n' stuff. I'm only in town for a wedding. You
remember Mike Freeborg? Played shortstop? He got married yesterday."
"Fascinating. SoЕ you're driving back? Flying?"
"Driving. It's not farЕ six, maybe seven hours."
"Hmmm."
"Why?"
Why ? Oh, no big dealЕ I just need to be in Minneapolis soon to pay homage to
the new vampire queen. And you just might be my means, Daniel Harris.
She supposed she could play Scheherazade for him. Keep him hooked on her grisly,
yet interesting (for a non-vampire, that was) story, all the way to the Twin
Cities. Then she could pay homage to the new queen, and see what happened from
there.
The new queen might press her into service.
Or destroy her.
Andrea was fine with either one.



Chapter 4

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"LOOK, I'm happy to play driver-guy and allЧ"
"The word is chauffer, Daniel."
"Чbut aren't you gonna explode or something when the sun comes up?"
"No, but I will burst into flames and make a terrible mess in your car. I'll
probably scream a bit, too."
"Well, we'll just stop and stay at a motel before sunrise."
She shrugged. "Or you could just put me in the trunk and keep going."
"I couldn't do that!" he said, shocked, big dumb blue eyes wide with distress.
"We'd make better time."
"You know, you're still a cool one. I remember that about you in school. Just
cool as aЧaЧ"