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longer.”
    Tristan furrowed his brow at the short man. How did he know what Tristan felt, believed in? Who the fuck did he think he was? “Fine. But the moment I deem this all bullshit, I’m out.”
    “Very well.” The answer was simple, tone tired, but the emotions bottled up behind them were enough to nearly choke Ash.
    “But, hey, before you go—”
    Ash held back a perturbed sigh. “Yes?”
    “I have to ask, what are you?”
    Ash’s entire body stiffened, eyes widening. “Pardon…?”
    “I gotta know, because I still can’t tell. Are you a boy or a girl? ’Cause one can have some awesome angry sex with me before turning in, the other can kiss my obstreperous ass.”
    Ash made a disgusted sort of growl, turned away and slammed the door shut behind him. Tristan couldn’t help but snicker, but it was short lived. Ah, that wasn’t worth the effort. He was just too tired. God, what a fucked up night. Wonder what could possibly happen next? Despite his outward actions, the whole believe-in-something business really bothered him. He was starting to wonder if he might actually know Ash from somewhere. Stranger things have happened... even if most of them happened tonight.
    He let out a long sigh and turned back to where Haruka was supposed to be, finding only a vacant space. She was a quiet one, maybe she should have been named Shizuka. He almost laughed, but then remembered the flesh dripping, death stinking zombiefied Shizuka. He frowned instead. God, he might actually have nightmares about that—not that he didn’t have enough before.
    A door was open down the hallway, a band of light illuminating the floor. Tristan slumped forward and shuffled towards it, exhaustion suddenly hitting him now that he wasn’t focused on getting a rise out of Ash. He stopped inside and looked over the bedroom, feeling the weight of the necklace in his right palm like a rock. The room looked comfortable enough, modern and well equipped. There was a king sized bed set in the center of the long wall with a full-length upholstered bench wrapped in navy suede running the length of the foot. Across from the bed was a slate fireplace similar to the one from the Great Room, only not as massive. A tall armoire filled the left wall behind a small glass dining set for two. The windows were full length, running from floor to ceiling with heavy steel blue suede curtains.
    Haruka was busying herself silently with prepping the room for him, turning down the bed like in a hotel. And that’s what the room looked like, a high end hotel room. Ash may have been weird, but at least he had a good sense of taste—in furnishings and women. Haruka was cute, but Tristan was starting to understand that she was a little weird too. She made a point of not looking at him, shying away whenever she might have accidentally looked up to see him. Maybe, he wondered, he looked as horrible as he felt. Or smelled, because that stink from the car was following him around like a stray cat. God, he smelled like death. Impressing women wherever he went. Nice.
    “Bathroom?” he finally asked, tired of just standing and watching Haruka pretend he wasn’t. The small woman turned to face him, eyes empty. She wouldn’t look him in the face as she pointed to a door in the other side of the room. “Thanks,” he muttered and tossed the necklace to the nightstand on his way by.
    “Man, this bathroom is bigger than my apartment,” he mumbled to himself. He turned to the sink and rested his hands on the edge of the counter top, taking in a deep breath past his raw throat. The shocked man staring back resembled him, but he had a hard time believing it. His eyes were blood shot and swollen like he’d been on a three day bender. Small flakes of dried blood above his lip were the only proof that his nose had been bleeding. Well, that and the fact that it still ached slightly. That short dude really could pack a nasty punch. The bit of zombie that had dropped onto his