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Chapter 1


"There's a zombie in the attic," George the Fiend informed me over breakfast.
His voice was a calm pond, and he wiped blond strands out of his face carefully
as he peered at his knitting.
"Sure there is," I replied. My casual response was, I decided much later, a
massive mistake. I mean, here was this guy (vampire) living in the house owned
by my best friend with at least three other people (two more vampires and a
surgical resident), telling me what the problem was (a zombie), in plenty of time
to do something about it, and I totally blew him off. Were this a horror movie
and I, Betsy Taylor, Queen of the Vampires, was on the screen pulling this crap,
everybody in the audience would have thrown their popcorn and Sno-Caps at the
screen.
But this wasn't a movie, so I screwed up in an honest sort of way.
Also, I was distracted, crow-like, by the big shiny thing on my finger: my
engagement ring. Pretty silly for someone who was supposedly already married
(to the prophesied Vampire King for the next thousand years) and officially
engaged (to same, one Eric Sinclair) for several weeks. But, my God, getting
Sinclair to cough up a proposal had been hard enough. I was still stunned he'd
come up with a ring, too.
In fact, I was still tingling from our whole previous evening together, a wacky
outing involving blood-drinking, sex, a stop by Caribou Coffee for hot

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chocolate, and The Ring: a delightfully shiny gold band strewn with diamonds
and rubies.
I'd had to make a Herculean effort not to squeal when he slid it onto my finger
(where it promptly slid off; I have freakishly small hands). Now here it was, a
day later, and I couldn't stop staring at the thing.
Also, it wasn't really breakfast, since neither George nor I were eating and it was
eleven o'clock at night. But we still called it breakfast, since that's when Marc
(the surgical resident) would often get up and have a muffin before his overnight
shift.
GeorgeтАФwell, actually, we learned his name was Garrett shortly after he began
speakingтАФwent back to the lovely baby blue afghan he was knitting, which