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doesn't swing that way.”
    Dante smirked. “Jealous?”
    “ No,” Frankie rolled her eyes. “Besides, you met Will in the salsa club a few months ago,” she said, referring to the time Dante had vamped Will, so that he wouldn't interfere with their investigation.
    Will frowned in confusion as Dante shook his head; 'no'. Frankie realised that Dante had made Will forget the whole encounter.
    “ Oh, sorry. My mistake,” she glared daggers at Dante.
    Dante was so used to her dirty looks that he was thoroughly unfazed by it, though he did seem to recall her being exceptionally angry with him at the time for using mind control on her friend. Will was looking perplexed, so Dante moved the conversation on to safer ground.
    “ You had something to ask me?” he asked.
    “ Right,” Frankie pulled the pictures from her jacket pocket. “These animals are being killed and it looks to me like they're having their blood drained. I just wondered if you had any idea why?”
    “ Well any blood increases the strength of magic, though animal blood is hardly ideal. They don't live very long so the blood has less energy, less life-force,” Dante explained as he flicked through the pictures.
    “ So what's your experience with the occult?” Will asked him.
    Frankie glared at him; so much for keeping quiet!
    “ Oh, I've just been around the block a few times,” Dante answered casually.
    “ Do you have much experience of this blood magic?”
    “ Will,” Frankie warned.
    “ No personal experience,” Dante smiled. “Not of the magic anyway.”
    “ Dante!” Frankie was regretting her decision to bring Will, more and more. Will was breaking his promise, Dante was being indiscreet and all in all, this was a perfect recipe for disaster.
    Will was about to ask a question about his experience of blood, but decided to see how this interaction played out first.
    “ Oh lighten up, Frankie,” Dante waved her concerns away.
    Frankie stood up and took his hand; Dante allowed himself to be dragged into the kitchen.
    “ What are you doing?” she hissed.
    “ Helping you.”
    “ No, you're dropping clues and if he figures out-” she looked behind her to check that Will wasn't eavesdropping. “If he figures out what you are, we will both be dead,” she finished.
    “ Why?” Dante looked confused.
    “ Because of our agreement with the council. We can't tell anyone about the existence of vampires.”
    “ Wrong. You can't tell anyone. I can tell whoever I like because if they betray me, I can wipe their memories.”
    Realisation dawned on Frankie.
    “ My crime,” Dante continued, “was sharing documentation with you that could be used to prove our existence, not telling you that we existed.”
    “ So he can find out from you and neither of us would be in trouble?”
    Dante nodded and Frankie suddenly threw her arms around him, grinning.
    “ Oh, you have no idea what a relief that would be, to have a friend to talk to about-”
    “ Me?” he cut her off.
    “ About vampires in general.” She released him and looked into his eyes. “Will is my best friend and I've been hiding this huge part of my life from him.”
    Dante nodded in sympathy. “I understand. But-”
    “ No,” Frankie out her finger over his lips. “No buts.”
    “ However,” he mumbled through the finger.
    “ That's cheating,” she admonished but she took her finger away, realising that she had to hear him out.
    “ I have to put barriers in place,” he began to explain, “to prevent him from sharing any information about us with anyone other than you or I.”
    “ Why?”
    “ Simply because he isn't my lover and I personally don't trust him to keep my secret.”
    “ Then we'll give him a choice,” Frankie said.
    She went back into the living room and sat down next to Will as Dante resumed his seat.
    “ Will, you know that thing I've been hiding from you? Well Dante can tell you about it if you agree to certain conditions first.”
    “ Why can't you