"Do you see that?" Nick's bloodsucker friend sighed, talking while rounding a column to join his other friend in the dark. "Trust him to find a way to get in the middle of everything, without even knowing what it is."
"We have to tell him now," he growled, sure of their mistake. "He'll be even worse if he finds out on his own."
"Has he ever been better, in order to become worse?"
Apparently content with that parting shot, has bloodsucker friend returned to the dance floor, her gown sweeping across the polished floor. She frequently made it clear that she believed there wasn't a way to handle Nick, but his refused to stop trying. The three of them had managed to stay together and survive this long—for almost a thousand years. There was no future for them without one another.
