After everything I had witnessed the night before, I was open to the possibility that anything could be real. “What are they then?” “Vampires.” I flinched as if he had slapped me. “Huh?” I could tell Brandon did not want to talk about it, but he was not going to lie either. “Vampires? You mean I was in the presence of real-life vampires last night?” “Leon is not a vampire.” “Oh, my God, Brandon.” Dmitri had poured me a glass of wine from the one bottle that the couple, the blonde, and he were not drinking from. Now it made sense. Oh, God, was that blood? “You weren’t in any danger.” “In any danger? Did you see the way Blondie was glaring at me?” “She wouldn’t have dared to—” “Jesus! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” “What difference does it make? You wouldn’t have believed me if I had.” “And how would you know that? Maybe, just maybe, I would’ve given you the benefit of the doubt.” “Like you did last night?” “Last night was different.”
