Page 73 of Burn Falls
“So what kills you?”
“Trying to get rid of me so soon?”
“No, just curious.” I ran my finger along his hard chest. It was still surreal to think that his heart wasn’t beating under my touch.
“Well, ripping my heart from my chest or a silver stake to the heart will do it.”
“Not a wooden one?”
“Some humans think vampires are spawns of the devil, and since Jesus was crucified on a wooden cross, wood will kill us, but it’s a myth.”
“If it’s a myth and a religious thing, then you shouldn’t need to be invited into a house because I’m assuming it has something to do with possible crucifixesinsidethe house?”
“That part is a myth too. We can’t enter homes of humans unless invited by the homeowner or someone who lives there because humans need a safe haven. It has nothing to do with religion, but is simply just a part of the curse.”
“Oh.” I thought for a moment. “Do you own your house in Burn Falls?”
“No. Technically, Martin does.”
“Really?”
“The vampire that turned me is a bad one. Athan and I fled from the coven in ’32, and if I don’t own a home, he can’t follow me in.”
My breath caught. “Is he after you?”
“Not sure. I move every ten years and use different names each time so it’s harder to find me.”
“Can’t he track you or something?”
“No. We can only sense and smell other vampires that are in the area.”
“Well, that’s good. But doesn’t that mean you’ll move soon?”
“Yes, in five years.”
“Oh.” I frowned.
“A lot can happen in five years, sweets.”
“True.”
A lotcouldhappen. It had for me already. One minute I was working at a bank, trying to do well and making a living. And now, once the paperwork was filed, I’d be the owner of my family’s distillery.
“Is Valencia really okay?” I asked after a few moments.
“We don’t kill humans.”
“How do you get blood then?”
“I get them from blood bags. Athan drinks from humans and animals, but he doesn’t kill them.” Draven looked over my shoulder at the clock on my nightstand. “It’s late, and you have work tomorrow. You should get some sleep.”
“Are you leaving again?”
He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I have to.”
“Is Martin bringing you to the airport tomorrow night?”
“He is.”
