My eyes drifted across Nick’s hodgepodge of furniture, hearing the busy traffic outside his apartment. It was so unlike Ivy’s church with its wide open spaces and breathing room. All I had wanted was to be her friend. She desperately needed one, unhappy with herself and wanting to be something more, something clean and pure, something untouched and unsullied. She was trying so hard to escape her vampiric existence, and I knew she harbored a belief that someday I might find a spell to help her. I couldn’t leave and destroy the one thing that kept her going. God save me if I was a fool, but I admired her indomitable will and belief that someday she’d find what she sought.

Despite the potential threat she posed, her asinine demands for organization, and her strict adherence to structure, she was the first person I’d roomed with who said nothing about my mind-slips, like draining the water heater or neglecting to turn off the heat before opening the windows. I’d lost too many friends over such petty arguments. I didn’t want to be alone anymore. The scary thing was that Nick was right. We did do well together.

And now I had a new fear. I hadn’t realized the threat of my vamp scar until she told me. Marked for pleasure and unclaimed. Passed from vampire to vampire until I begged to be bled. Remembering the waves of euphoria and how hard it had been to say no, I saw how easy Ivy’s prediction could turn real. Though she hadn’t bitten me, I was sure the word on the streets was that I was taken goods and to back off. Damn. How did I get to this place?

“Do you want me to take you back?” Nick whispered, pulling me close.

I shifted my shoulder to mold myself into him. If I was smart, I’d ask his help in moving my stuff out of the church tonight, but what came out of my mouth was a small, “Not yet. I’ll call to make sure she’s all right, though. I’m not going to be her scion, but I can’t leave her to be alone. I said no, and I think she’ll respect that.”

“What if she doesn’t?”

I tucked in closer. “I don’t know …. Maybe I’ll put a bell on her.”

He chuckled, but I thought I heard a trace of pain in it. I felt his amusement fade. His chest shifted my head as he breathed. What happened had scared me more than I wanted to admit. “You aren’t under a death threat anymore,” he whispered. “Why don’t you leave?”

I didn’t move, hearing his heartbeat. “I don’t have the money,” I protested softly. We’d been over this before.

“I told you that you can move in with me.”

I smiled, though he couldn’t see it, my cheek scraping against his cotton shirt. His apartment was small, but that wasn’t why I had always kept our sleepovers to the weekends. He had his own life, and I would get in his way if he had to take me in more than small doses. “It would last for a week, and then we would hate each other,” I said, knowing from experience it was true. “And I’m the only thing keeping her from falling back into being a practicing vamp.”