sound when I pulled it out of her neck. The skin had already begun to heal around it. I threw the funnel behind me and grabbed Harper up off the floor.
"She's going to be out of it for a while," I said, looking at the clock on the microwave. "The sun will be up soon. We can't stay here."
Nathan stood up and walked over to me. He carefully took the wounded vampire out of my arms and tossed back my keys. "We better hurry over to my place then," he said, already heading toward the door. "Grab that blanket on the couch; we can use it to cover her up."
***
We pulled up to Nathan's house a few minutes before sunrise. He lived only a mile or so away from my apartment, and even closer than that to Haven, so thankfully, Harper was never exposed to any sunlight. We had made it just in time.
The small yellow ranch house was warm and inviting as we entered. The smell of Amaretto coffee and Lemon Pledge filled the air. If I'd learned anything about Nathan over the years, it was that he was a major clean freak. Comically so, which is fine by me. I really can't stand a messy werewolf. Sometimes, just for fun, I would move one of his carefully placed brick-a-bracks. It would take him less than a minute to figure out what was missing and put it back in its precise spot. It had become our regular game. Well, except for today.
Today, there was no room for games. We had to figure out what the hell happened over at my place. Many questions needed answers and the only person who could make any sense out of them would be passed out for several more hours.
"Where should I put our sleeping beauty?" Nathan asked.
That’s a good question, I thought. Where should we put her?
"The bedrooms are out of the question. For all we know someone could be after her. That would make it too easy for them." I looked down the hall that lead to the kitchen. "Don't you have a guest room in the basement?" I asked.
"Basement it is," he said, heading for it. "Let's get her tucked away before the sun eats her for breakfast."
I followed Nathan down the steep, narrow steps and when we reached the bottom, the stairway opened up to a tastefully decorated game room. There was a pool table that sat off to the side, next to a bar; both nestled in the corner out of the way. The center of the room had a cozy lounge area. Two overstuffed love seats sat facing each other. They had only a rug and wooden coffee table to separate them.
"I'm just going to get our patient tucked in," he said, walking passed the love seat to the bedroom door. "Make yourself comfortable. There's Pepsi in the fridge. I keep it stocked just for you."
I watched as he disappeared into the room with Harper cradled securely in his arms. I couldn't help but think how sometimes I took for granted what a good friend he was. He had never failed to be there for me, or anyone else, when needed. I had no clue how I was going to make this up to him. Or maybe I did, I thought. My mind briefly wondered over to a certain shy waitress.
The dryness of my mouth snapped me out of my musings. A Pepsi sounded great right about now, so I grabbed one. The icy cold liquid slid down my throat and I moaned from the taste of it. After I finished chugging the whole can, I bent over and snatched another one out of the fridge.
When I stood back up, I caught sight of my bedraggled reflection in the mirror hanging over the bar. Where once my hair was pulled tightly back into a bun, it was now all disheveled. Long, blood caked strands fell limply over my shoulders. My pale, lightly freckled, face looked whiter, if that were even possible. Dark brown eyes stared back at me blankly and at that moment, I realized how exhausted I was. "I need a shower and a long nap," I told my reflection. Anything else could wait until then. I tossed my empty cans into the garbage pail. No need to induce the wrath of Mr. Clean by leaving a mess.
"Nathan, I'm heading upstairs for a shower," I yelled loud enough to wake the dead. "I'm also