"That's Holly's voice." He had heard it from the next room. At the other end of the phone line. Vampire hearing, yes, but it was the sound that mattered most to his cold, dead heart. He would hear it if she called his name from the other side of the continent. Omara laughed, letting go of the handset one second before it succumbed to their tug-of-war. "I think your little witch hung up. What, could she be jealous?" Alessandro put the phone to his ear, but there was only a dial tone. He slammed the handset down, imagining Holly in her kitchen, staring at her own phone and thinking the worst of him. After his visit to Sinsation, he had thought he and Holly had a measure of hope on their side. Now he could see there was a dark force working against even the smallest spark of sanity, and her name was Omara. An anger close to nausea rolled through his gut. "Why did you do that?" "Do what? The phone rang; I picked it up. I was merely being courteous." He flipped clammy hair out of his eyes.
