“I don’t even remember doing it,” he said. “For all I know, she pried my mouth open, pinched my nose and dumped a cup of blood down the drain.” Daniel had a hard time believing that his human self would have sucked blood out of Deanna’s open, gaping wound, no matter how desperate the situation. Hot, yeah; the redhead was smoking hot. But… tasty to human tongues? Dubious.

He braced his knee on the fender of a Dodge.

“Can’t say I’m sorry I’m a vampire instead of being plain old dead, though. You?”