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the hell out of it. As long as they werenтАЩt fighting, I didnтАЩt care what the arrangements were.

Jessica is strong-willed, duh, but sheтАЩs also weirdly protective of me. SheтАЩs always threatened when I
make a new friend. IтАЩve tried to explain that, no, I did not love all my friends equally, she was my
absolute favorite and would be forever, amen, but it usually fell on deaf ears. And it was strictly a
one-way street, at my insistence: Jessica had loads of society friends who wouldnтАЩt know me if I slapped
them in the face.

Marc, on the other hand, for all his renewed sense of purpose (and proposed conspiracy to assault
child abusers), was still fragile and I wanted nothing said or done to him that might send him back up on
the roof. He was staying with me while he looked for a new place, an arrangement that suited us nicely: I
wanted a roomie who could move around during the day, and he needed a bed.
 Before IтАЩd died I never would have done such a thing. Not because I didnтАЩt care, but because I
wouldnтАЩt dare. You just couldnтАЩt know about people, what was really in their hearts and what hid behind
a smile. But along with an endless thirst for blood, I now had a pretty good radar. I just knew Marc was
an all right guy. And frankly, I had never cared for living aloneтАФwhich is why I had rescued Giselle from
the animal shelter. IтАЩd watch too many scary movies and stay awake all night in terror, flinching at every
creak. The thing that terrified me the most were zombie movies. After watchingResident Evil I had
nightmares for a week. It was ironic, because now I was one of the unkillable monsters. Still didnтАЩt like
living by myself, though.

The three of us were adjusting, but there was a kind of balancing act for me to maintain between Jess
and Marc. And so, because I wanted to keep the two neurotics happy, midnight found me in a private
exam room at Minneapolis General, instead of checking out the Midnight Madness Shoe Sale at Neiman
Marcus. тАЬOnly for you,тАЭ I had said to Jessica. тАЬAnd I guess you,тАЭ IтАЩd added to Marc.

There was one thing they both agreed upon: I was not your garden-variety vampire, and the more we
knew about my abilities, the better. Marc wanted to get a тАЬbaseline,тАЭ whatever the hell that was, and
Jessica was just plain curious, so Marc got us a room at the hospital and the exam began.

тАЬIтАЩm not taking off any of my clothes,тАЭ I warned him.

Marc rolled his eyes. тАЬAw, gee, I guess no big thrill for me tonight.тАЭ

тАЬFor any of us,тАЭ Jessica said dryly. тАЬThe girlтАЩs the color of a toadтАЩs belly and she needs her roots done.тАЭ

тАЬI do not!тАЭ I said, shocked. тАЬI had those done two weeks before I died. My roots are fine.тАЭ

тАЬI wonder what would happen if you cut your hair?тАЭ Marc asked thoughtfully, slipping a thermometer
under my tongue. тАЬWould it stay short forever? Would it grow back?Could it grow back? Would it
magically reappear the next night?тАЭ He was staring so thoughtfully at my hair I leaned as far away from
him as far as I could.

тАЬSo this SinclairтАжhe wants to take you under his wing?тАЭ Jessica asked. She was rocketing around the
exam room on the doctorтАЩs stool. SheтАЩd zoom up to a wall, kick off, and careen to the other side. Marc
was obviously used to odd antics during an exam, but it was making me claustrophobic as hell. She had
officially given up mourning colors for me, and tonight she was sporting green leggings, a buttercup
yellowтАЩt-shirt, and a salmon-colored raincoat. тАЬTeach you the vamp ropes?тАЭ

тАЬGod, he is sohot ,тАЭ Marc muttered. By contrast, he was a moving pile of rags in torn jeans and a faded