elbow.
“She’s really pissed off now.”
Kylie didn’t look at Miranda. She continued to stare at Della, letting her know that she wasn’t afraid. “I’m not leaving until she hears me out.”
“I don’t have to hear you out. I know what you think.” Della’s angry glare, filled with so much hurt, slapped against Kylie.
“That’s unfair.” Kylie glared right back at the pissed-off vampire.
“What’s unfair is that I thought you were my friend.” The hurt in Della’s eyes shined brighter through the golden hue.
“I am your friend. I gave you my blood,” Kylie said.
“Me, too,” added Miranda, sounding nervous.
When Della’s expression didn’t change, Kylie continued. “And I also remember you telling me how scared you were when you found out you 35/375
were turning. You said you were so afraid of what was happening. You said you didn’t want to change.”
Della turned to leave again. But Kylie kept talking and didn’t let go of her elbow. “Are you the only one allowed to be afraid?” Kylie felt the emotion swell in her chest, and tears filled her eyes. “Are you so special that no one else can feel that?”
Kylie half expected Della to zip off. Maybe even pull her arm out of her socket when she did.
She didn’t. But neither did her friend turn around. She just stood there for several long seconds. One. Two. Three. Kylie counted and waited, hoping this meant—
“Fine,” Della bit out in frustration, and finally turned around. Her eyes were no longer gold. She looked down, then up again. “You’re right.” She looked away and then back at Kylie. “I’m sorry.”
“Damn,” Miranda said a little loud. “I didn’t know vampires could or would ever apologize.”
Della shot Miranda a cold look. “I didn’t apologize to you. So why don’t you go find your broomstick and fly to Timbuktu. That is if your dyslexic, screwed-up sense of direction will get you there. And don’t bother coming back, either.”
Miranda took an offensive step toward Della. “You are so mean—” Della bared her teeth and growled. “I heard you when you told Helen that blood was disgusting. You promised you would respect—”
“Is it disrespectful to be honest?” Miranda asked.
Kylie moved between them. “You two can sling insults, call each other names, and even kill each other later. But right now…” She looked at Miranda. “I need a minute alone with Della. Please.” Miranda’s chin notched up a few inches. She didn’t like it, but she walked away. That was the thing about Miranda. She might get pissed in a flicker of a heartbeat, almost as fast as Della, but Miranda got unpissed just as quickly. Della on the other hand—that girl knew how to hold a 36/375
grudge. And while she pretended nothing could hurt her, Kylie saw her vulnerable streak and it ran even wider than Miranda’s.
Finally alone, Della and Kylie stood there staring at each other. Kylie spoke first. “I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to disrespect your culture. I really just freaked out.”
Della nodded. “I get it. Didn’t get it at first but … I do now.” Della sighed and a smile touched her lips. “You loved it, didn’t you? The blood.
It was good.”
Kylie wasn’t proud of it, but she admitted the truth. “It was awesome.” Della touched Kylie’s arm. “But you’re still warm.” Kylie nodded. “And if I am vampire, wouldn’t I already be cold?”
“I don’t know,” Della said honestly. “Maybe you just haven’t changed yet. But you’re about to.”
Kylie remembered Della telling her that turning had felt like boiling water running through her veins.
“I’ll be here for you,” Della said as if she’d read Kylie’s mind. “To help you through it. If it happens. You won’t have to be alone. I think I remember most of what Chan did to help me.”
“I know you will.” Kylie tried to smile. Right then, she spotted Miranda staring at them from across the room, looking like a