“You aren’t like most humans I’ve spent any time with,” I said as I scanned the index.

“My mom was a single parent,” he said. “She couldn’t afford anything uptown and so was more inclined to let me play with witches and vampires than the kids of heroine addicts. The Hollows was the lesser of two evils.” Nick had his hands in his back pockets and was rocking heel to toe as he read the titles of a row of books. “I grew up there. Went to Emerson.”

I glanced at him, intrigued. Growing up in the Hollows would explain why he knew so much about Inderlanders. To survive, you had to. “You went to Inderland Hollows’s high school?” I asked.

He jiggled the locked door of a tall free-standing closet. The wood looked red in the glow from the fluorescent lights. I wondered what was so dangerous that it had to be locked inside a closet, inside a locked vault, behind a locked door, at the bottom of a government building.

Picking at the heat-warped lock, Nick shrugged. “It was all right. The principal bent the rules for me after I got a concussion. They let me carry a silver dagger to get the Weres to back off, and rinsing my hair in holy water kept the living vamps from being too obnoxious. It didn’t stop them, but the bad case of B.O. it gave me worked almost as well.”

“Holy water, huh?” I said, deciding I’d stick with my lilac perfume rather than have a body odor that only vamps could smell.

“It was only the warlocks and witches that gave me trouble,” he added as he gave up on the lock and sat in one of the chairs, his long legs straight out before him. I gave him a sideways smirk. I could well imagine the witches gave him trouble. “But the practical jokes stopped after I befriended the biggest, meanest, ugliest warlock in school.” A faint smile played about his eyes, and he looked tired. “Turk. I did his homework for four years. He should have graduated a long time ago, and the teachers were glad to look the other way to get him out of the system. Because I didn’t go whining to the principal all the time like the handful of other humans enrolled there, I was cool enough to hang with the Inderlanders. My friends took care of me, and I learned a lot I might not have.”

“Like that you don’t have to be afraid of a vamp,” I said, thinking it was odd a human would know more about vamps than I did.

“Not at noon, anyway. But I’ll feel better once I take a shower and get Ivy’s smell off me. I didn’t know that was her robe, earlier.” He clumped over. “What are you looking for?”

“Not sure,” I said, nervous as he peered over my shoulder. There had to be something I could use that wouldn’t send me too far down the wrong side of the “Force.” A nervous amusement flashed through me. You’re not my father, Darth, and I’ll never join you!