For the past three days and nights, he had checked in on his guest in the basement. She had not demanded anything of him except something to read and a radio, which they had in the equipment room, so she was not too bad to deal with. However, Tris still did not trust her, no matter if she had been staying out of his dreams. She was soft spoken, and sometimes he almost forgot that she was a vampire. Right now he wondered how she was doing. He tried to push that thought from his mind, but he flashed back to his dream. The bliss of her touch raced through him. He tried to shake it off, but ever since that dream, it had awakened long-buried feelings and memories. Besides that, Daniella was feisty and a looker. She had a great rack, a spitfire wrapped up in a tight, little package of darkness. The enigma that had him stumped was what was so special about her. “How goes it with the vampire? Haven’t killed her yet, have you?” He glanced up when he heard Lori’s voice. “No, but it was close that first day.
