"Ha. Yeah, I guess that's the definition of irony."

She could get a cab back to Daniel's. She was reasonably flush, and Holly probably wanted some alone time to think. It wasn't the vampire's nature to crowd someone, and she didn't do the touchy-feely thing.

"Sleep for at least twelve hours," she told the human. "If you try to make decisions while you're punchy, you'll make the wrong one."