Rhiannon frowned. “One of you is dating out of your age bracket.” She tossed her folded clothes in the laundry basket. Then she sat down alongside Holly and stared at her flipping laundry. Black sock. Blue shirt. “I’ve been seeing someone who’s not quite human. Well, he’s human, but he’s also something else, and it’s the kind of thing that can be contagious, if you’re not careful. They might not care about that, but watchers don’t generally condone our sex lives, no matter the circumstance. We're supposed to be more focused.”

She bit her cheek.

"You know, I once had sex with a vampire. I staked him after. I felt like a real tool."