“So let her fall. She’s a vampire.”

I sighed, not finding the strength to get angry. “She doesn’t want to be. I’ll be more careful. It’ll be all right.” I put a confident, persuasive tone in my voice, but was left wondering if I was trying to convince him or me.

“Rachel …” Nick breathed, his breath shifting the hair atop my head. I waited, almost able to hear him trying to decide whether he should say anything more. “The longer you stay,” he said reluctantly, “the harder it’s going to be to resist the vamp-induced euphoria. That demon that attacked you last spring pumped more vamp saliva into you than a master vampire. If witches could be turned, you’d be one by now. As it is, I think Ivy could bespell you simply by saying your name. And she’s not even dead yet. You’re making unsafe rationalizations for staying in an unsafe situation. If you think you will ever want to leave, you should go now. Believe me, I know how good a vampire scar feels when a vamp’s need kicks in. I know how deep the lie goes, and how strong the lure.”

I sat up, my hand going to cover my neck. “You know?”

His eyes went sheepish. “I went to high school in the Hollows. You don’t think I got through that without being bitten at least once?”

My brow rose at his almost guilty look. “You have a vamp bite? Where?”

He wouldn’t meet my eyes. “It was a summer fling. And she wasn’t dead so I didn’t contract the vamp virus. There wasn’t much saliva in it to begin with, so it stays pretty quiet unless I get in a situation where there are a lot of vampire pheromones. It’s a trap. You know that, don’t you?”

I slumped back into him, nodding. Nick was safe. His scar was old and made by a living vampire barely out of adolescence. Mine was new and laced with so much neurotoxin that Piscary could set it into play with just the weight of his eyes. Nick went still, and I wondered if his scar had flamed to life when he’d walked into the church. It might explain why he had said nothing and simply watched. How good had his scar felt? I wondered, unable to blame him.

“Where is it?” I asked slowly. “Your vamp scar?”

Nick jiggled me farther up onto his lap. “Never mind that—witch,” he said playfully.

I suddenly became very aware of him pressing up against me, his arms draped around me to keep me from falling off. I glanced at the clock. I had to go to my mom’s and get my old ley line stuff before I could do my homework. If I didn’t do it tonight, it wouldn’t get done. My gaze tilted to Nick’s, and he smiled. He knew why I was looking at the clock.

“Is this it?” I asked. Shifting on his lap, I pulled the collar of his shirt aside to show a faint white scar on his upper shoulder from a deep scratch.