But even so, it seems like an eternity waiting for him to show up in his limo. In the meantime, it’s not easy fending off the advances of the woman in the alley, who’s begging and sobbing without relent. I do my best to keep my distance, to act like an upstanding member of Blood Coven society, but I feel like a drunk in a bar with a fistful of hundred dollar bills. I could sate my hunger in an instant, but could I live with myself in the morning? “One day at a time,” I whisper, over and over again until a shadow looms in the alleyway and the woman looks away from me for the first time since I vampire scented her. “Race? Race Jameson?” she cries, her eyes widening. “Oh my God. You’re really here. I’ve got all your albums! Well, I mean, I did. Once upon a time, before my mom kicked me out of the house.” I cringe. In the haze of my bloodlust she looked old and wrecked, but now, as the limo’s light shines into the alleyway, I see she’s probably not even seventeen. What did I almost do?
