'If I wasn't seeing Holly, I probably would've gotten my balls handed to me on a fork.'

You still might, the demon groused internally. If it was the same Holly. Whistler considered her family, especially after Gregory's death. He could be a sumbitch uncle if he needed to be.

"Vampire with a painfully hot ass. Brunette. Got it." Whistler filed the information to be parsed and dissected later. He'd probably have to do some research. He hated doing research. And, he reasoned, back-up wouldn't be the worst idea.

"You don't normally hear of vamps and humans... uh, dating." Shit. "Assuming she's human, I mean."