Page 5 of My Mr. Vampire

Zand chuckled. “There is no crime scene. Your place is clean. There is no sign that anything happened there. No blood, no bullet holes, not even a dish in the sink. It’s spotless.”

“I believe you, but I think I need to see it with my own eyes.”

“I have to go to The Castle tonight. You can come with me, and we can stop by your place so you can see it for yourself.”

“Thank you. I just don’t know if I can stay there right now.”

“You don’t have to stay there. You can meet Morgan and bring her here to the loft. I have plenty of rooms. This place is big enough for three or four families.”

He was right. His place was massive and cozy. It used to be a warehouse that made metal cans. Zand told me the property was vacant for twenty years before he purchased and renovated it.

“She can come here?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you. I appreciate this more than you know.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I would do anything for you.”

He meant it and I knew it for sure. His words melted my heart, and his sincerity cuddled me deeply. He committed murder for me. Somehow, that fact should terrify me, but it didn’t. As a vampire fan, I was more intrigued about the whole thing. I had questions, so many questions, and Zand was literally the only person I knew that could answer them for me. But would he? Would he share that mysterious part of his life with me?

His honey-colored eyes burned as they looked at me. “There’s more. I can see it in your eyes.” He could read me, but how?

“I have questions. So many questions. There are a few things I was thinking about?”

“Sit. Tell me. What kinds of questions?”

Zand took my hand and guided me over to the couch. I sat down and waited until he joined me.

I needed to broach the subject delicately. “I have vampire questions.” I whispered as he leaned back into the plushness of the couch.

“You don’t have to whisper. Babe, we’re the only ones here.” His lips curled into a heavenly, sinful smile. I loved this man, but I was determined to stay focused on my Q and A.

I felt like an idiot and giggled to play it off. “Right.”

“Okay, well then, hit me with your vampire questions. I knew you would have some, eventually.”

That was smart of him. Did he really think he could spring this vampire life on me without any questions and concerns? I reached over and grabbed my purse. I removed my cell phone from the side pocket. “I put the questions in my notes so I wouldn’t forget them.”

“Good idea. What’s the title?”

“The title?” What did he mean?

“Yes, what did you put your questions under? What’s the heading, the title?”

“Ah, ah.” I stuttered.

“You have one? Don’t you?” He asked.

“Yes, I do.” I didn’t think he would ask that, and now I was getting flustered.

“Let me hear it. I’m curious. Your title.”

“Okay. It’s nothing fancy. I just have the question mark symbol (?) with an (s) and the number (4) and (My Mr. Vampire).”

He instantly put it together. “Questions, for my Mr. Vampire. Cute.” He grinned. “Really, that’s very clever. Is that really there? Let me see.” He requested.

I turned my cell phone screen to face him and tried to hide my embarrassment before quickly turning it back to me. “I didn’t really think about it. I just jotted something down.”

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