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years after that. There were seven centuries, if that helps.
Seven She choked on the word. I thought I was old.
He laughed out loud at the absurdity of her innocent statement. Hardly.
With a sigh, she dropped her hand over the side of the tub, sliding it
gracefully through the water at his side. Her fingers came mere centimeters
from his flesh, and for a moment he thought she would touch him. She never
did. He stared at her face to try and gauge her intent, but there was no sign
of sly seduction or nervous timidity there. She gazed at the cinder block
wall, but it was obvious she saw nothing.
How can you forget how old you are? Don t you look forward to your
birthday? She rested her head on the rolled edge of the bathtub, still
twisting her fingers through the water.
One slender digit brushed against his ribs. It took all his willpower not to
shudder. I don t know when my birthday is. My mother died a few days after I
was born.From a fever. My father took a new wife, but she didn t know what day
I d been born and my father hadn t kept track.
Mouse turned to him, looking very close to tears. That s so sad.
Not really, he assured her. Birthdays didn t matter much then. There
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wasn t as much emphasis on them as there is now.
You could still have one, she offered. Just keep track from the day they
brought you back. Or the day they
Let s not talk about that. He didn t want her to have any knowledge of his
vampire world.Didn t want to hear their sordid terminology cross her lips.
Forcing a smile, he said, I have good news.
He could tell she didn t want to believe him. To get her hopes up would only
serve to see them dashed again. She couldn t seem to resist temptation,
though. What is it?
When I talked to the vampire woman last night, she said they d bring us more
food. He glanced worriedly at his lean stomach. He d have to watch his
intake, or he d grow fat. That was something he d never had to think of
before.
Where are they getting it? Mouse s expression became troubled.
Whatever could be the matter with her? Did shewant to starve to death? I
don t know. Maybe they have some here. It is a church. Don t they give out
alms for the poor?
The food pantry is for the low-income families of the parish.
Yes, and they believe it has burned to the ground. He frowned. Mouse, we
don t have much left.
Mouse? A hesitant smile crossed her lips. Why did you call me that?
Damn.He d never addressed her with anything more than You there,
before. Because you remind me of a mouse.
She looked deeply offended, and he rushed to correct himself. Not
physically. But you re so quiet. If you want me to call you
No. Call me Mouse. I ve never had a nickname before. Her smile widened, as
if she knew a secret he did not. It s a good birthday present.
They sat in silence, the only sound the occasional drip of water from the
faucet.
I won t feel right taking that food. She looked him in the eye. Something
new sparked there, an inner flame that burned to banish the hopelessness she d
succumbed to before. But I ll take it, because now it s every man forhimself
.
Orherself , as the case may be. Cyrus picked up the soap. But I m glad to
see you ve developed some reason.
She shrugged. You promised nothing would happen to me. You re the closest
thing to a protector I have, so I believe you.
His heart ached with the shameful memories of what he d done to her, but he
wouldn t apologize. Conscience or not, he still had some pride, and he
wouldn t live with regret.
He finished his bath and gave Mouse a warning before he stood, so she could
modestly turn her back. She went into the other room to change, and when she d
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finished she brought him clean clothes, as well. When he emerged from the
bathroom, she stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up with a worried
expression.
What s the matter? He touched her arm. He wasn t sure why.
She jumped,then nodded with an apologetic look. It hadn t been him that had
startled her. Are they& I mean, will they come out?If we went up there?
They can t go into the light. They ll burn up. If we were in the light, we d
be fine.
She chewed her lip. So, once we got outside, then& we d be fine?
In theory. What was she insinuating?
Mouse started up the steps, but took them slowly. He caught her arm. What
are you doing?
She lifted a finger to her lips to signal quiet. He didn t want to follow
her, but her single-minded concentration drew him in. He stayed close behind
her, one hand on the railing, the other on her wrist. A few times, she
stopped. He thought she would change her mind and turn around, but then she
moved forward as though she d screwed up her courage and forced herself on.
Once they entered the vestibule and closed the basement door behind them, her
courage deserted her. She stared in terror at the sanctuary doors. A chalk
sigil marred the wood. Cyrus could only guess at its purpose.
They can t come out, he reminded her, pointing to the sunlight slanting
across the carpet. How that sight used to terrify him, and now it seemed so
harmless. No wonder she doubted its effectiveness in protecting her.
She paused before the exterior doors, bracketed on both sides by long, thin
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