“You were hurting inside,” he said as he took the singing monk CD out and put it in its case. “From Nick. I’ve watched you hurt since you drew on that line through him and he got scared. And they got a kick out of seeing you unwind.” He smiled with a distant look. “It made them feel good that the big bad witch who beat up Piscary trusted them. Trust is a feeling we don’t get very often, Rachel. Living vampires lust after it almost as much as blood. That’s why Ivy is ready to kill anyone who threatens your friendship with her.”

I said nothing, staring as it started to make sense.

“You didn’t know that, did you?” he added, and I shook my head, uncomfortable with digging into the whys of my relationship with Ivy. The car was getting cold, and I shivered.

“And showing your vulnerability probably upped your reputation, too,” he said. “That you didn’t feel threatened by them and let it happen.”

I looked at the boat sitting before us, decorated with blinking holiday lights. “I didn’t have a choice.”

He reached out and adjusted the collar of his coat about my shoulders. “Yes, you did.”

Kisten’s hand fell from me, and I gave him a weak smile. I wasn’t convinced, but at least I didn’t feel like so much of a fool. My mind went over the events, the slow slide from a relaxed state into sleep, and the attitudes of those around me. There hadn’t been any laugher at my expense. I had felt comforted, cared for. Understood. And there hadn’t been a flicker of blood lust coming from any of them. I hadn’t known vampires could be like that.

“Line dancing, Kisten?” I said, feeling my lips quirk into a wry smile.

A nervous laugh came from him and he bowed his head. “Hey, ah, could you not tell anyone about that?” he asked, the rims of his ears reddening. “What happens at Piscary’s stays at Piscary’s. It’s an unwritten rule.”

Being stupid, I reached out and ran a finger over the arch of his blood-reddened ear. He beamed, shifting to take my hand and brush his lips against my fingers. “Unless you want to get yourself banned from there as well,” he said.

A shiver went through me at his breath on my fingers, and I pulled my hand away. His speculative look went right to my core, pulling my stomach into knots of anticipation. “You looked good out there,” I said, not caring if it was a mistake. “Do you have a karaoke night?”

“Mmmm,” he murmured, shifting in his seat to fall into his bad-boy slump against the door. “Karaoke. There’s an idea. Tuesdays are slow. We never get enough people to get a good buzz going. That might be just the thing.”