I couldn’t believe my ears. Cyrus was definitely evil. In the short time I’d known him I’d heard him refer to humans as pets and seen him casually feast on a corpse as though it were a fine cut of beef. But I knew myself, and I would never have been so attracted to someone capable of such a heinous act. “He couldn’t have done that.”

“Are you so sure? Because it was on the last order. I’ve got a newspaper clipping about her disappearance upstairs. He was awfully proud of her. Apparently, the fun for him is in killing the girls as he’s violating them. He likes to watch them die while he’s inside them.”

Nathan’s description of the obscene act made my stomach churn. I covered my mouth with my hand. “I don’t want to hear any more.”

“No, you want to experience it for yourself.” He exhaled noisily. “But you go ahead and do what you want.”

“That’s not what I want.”

“Hey, I really don’t care. Apparently, nothing I say is going to matter.” He went back to his candles.

His calm fed my growing anger. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means no matter what I say, you’re going to do what you damn well please.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” I shuffled the artfully arranged cards into a single pile on the tabletop. “The only words out of your mouth are ‘don’t do that, Carrie,’ and ‘it’s dangerous, Carrie’ and ‘I’ll kill you, Carrie,’ but you never tell me why!”

“I dispense information on a need-to-know basis!”

“You sound like my goddamned father!” I shouted, stamping my foot.

Nathan made an exasperated sound and threw his hands up in the air. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“If I ask questions, you get all evasive. You don’t want to share anything about your life, but you seem to want me to just blindly trust that you know what’s best for me.” I pointed at him. “How do I know you’re not just as dangerous as Cyrus?”

He stepped so close to me that our shoes touched. “Oh, believe me, I’m the most dangerous thing in this room right now.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, and you’re about to see just how dangerous.”

I tilted my head so I could look him in the eye. “Is that a threat?”

“You tell me.” His breath was cold on my face.

We glared at each other in silence, tension dancing between us like a ballerina with a broken leg. I don’t think I’d ever been more infuriated.

He turned away, but neither of us had spent our anger. This was merely the eye of the storm.

He faced me again, his arms folded across his chest. “Fine. Prove to me you can take care of yourself.”

I hesitated. “What?”

“Attack me.”

“You’re not serious.” I laughed.

“The hell I’m not!” He stepped back and braced himself for a fight. “I’m angry at you. You’re angry at me, right?”

“Yeah, but I’m not about to indulge in mindless violence with a vampire.”