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Freddy’s fists were clenched. “Glory’s an inch away from going hunting because you come home smelling like O positive.”
    â€œI’m okay, Freddy. Really.” Or I would be as soon as I downed a Bloody Merry. That’s right, Merry, not Mary. My Merry’s a canned synthetic blood, not a tomato juice cocktail. Another vamp invented it in the fifties, the nineteen fifties, that is. You get it at Merrymealsdotcom these days. Mortals think it’s just an energy drink and depressed housewives claim to love it. It does pump you up, but not like the real thing.
    Derek stood mere inches away. I inhaled again. Oh, I had to get away from that delicious aroma before I raced out of the house to search for the nearest warm body.
    â€œSorry, Glory.” Derek gave Freddy a look that said go to hell. “But hunting is what we do. Why deny yourself? I can show you around if you like. The students here are wonderful. Young and healthy if you avoid the druggies and certain frat houses. We can check out Guadalupe Street or around the library.”
    â€œEnough, Derek.” CiCi sat on an emerald green velvet art deco couch. Valdez settled at her feet and gazed up at her adoringly. Traitor. He looked over at me and thumped his tail against the Oriental rug. Shameless traitor.
    â€œGloriana just got here. Can’t we have a civilized conversation? She doesn’t really need to feed, do you, Gloriana?”
    â€œNo, I’m fine.” Or would be once I got into my stuff and popped open the bright green can. Did you expect red? Too obvious.
    â€œAh, here’s Sheba.” CiCi looked down at Valdez. “You’ll not bother the cat, sir. Or your stay here will be a short one.”
    Valdez sprang to his feet. I could feel his horror as a beautiful gray cat with bright blue eyes strolled into the room. She looked my way, obviously dismissed me as uninteresting, then headed straight to Valdez.
    "CiCi, maybe I’d better book a hotel room.” If fur flew I had no doubt we’d all be attending a kitty funeral.
    CiCi placed a hand on Valdez’s head. “You will not hurt my Sheba.”
    I had a feeling there was more than a bit of whammy going on. As for the cat, she sidled up to Valdez and rubbed her head against his chest. He practically vibrated with the urge to swallow her in one gulp. To my relief, Sheba moved on to jump into CiCi’s lap. I sent Valdez a mental message to chill, but it wasn’t necessary. He lay down at CiCi’s feet.
    â€œNow sit, all of you. Gloriana, tell us your plans.”
    I perched on the edge of a striped silk chair, as far away from Derek as I could get. I saw a tattoo on his muscular forearm, fairly modern looking spider webs. So he wasn’t centuries old. No wonder he hunted so enthusiastically. Everyone was staring at me. Oh, yes. My plans.
    â€œVintage Vamp’s Emporium. What do you think of the name?”
    CiCi smiled. “Quite clever, my dear.”
    â€œYou want everyone to know you’re vampire?” Derek still stood, obviously wired from his night out. Feeding did that to you. Energized you. I did not miss the real deal.
    â€œA vamp in the 1920s was a siren. A hottie to your generation. ” Freddy was clearly still pissed with his partner. He looked at me and forced a smile. “You should have seen Glory back then. Right, Mother? No one could Charleston like Gloriana St. Clair.”
    â€œOh, I get it.” Derek moved closer to Freddy and put his hand on his shoulder. He scored because at least Freddy didn’t shrug it off. “Cool name. A vamp who’s a vamp.”
    â€œThat’s the idea.” I rolled my shoulders. “Sorry, folks, but would I be rude if I went to bed now? I’ve been driving all night.”
    â€œOh, we are thoughtless!” CiCi glanced at the gilt and marble clock ticking on the mantle. “Less than an hour till the sun comes up. Of course